#not to mention we get david back as the doctor soon

[soullesstomatoes]

what year is it. how old am i.

[denimbex1986]

'...Mr. Arnold is tempted into the ball by a Doctor Who Annual and is playing the theme in the music shop scene – are you a fan of Doctor Who in real life? And what was it like making those jokes and references in front of the Tenth Doctor David Tennant?

“I’ve always dipped in and out of Doctor Who over the years since Sylvestor McCoy, who was doing it when I first became aware of it when I was growing up. Even if you’re not a fan it’s one of those shows you can’t really get away from, so doing that particular scene in front of David was really fun, and of course Douglas had directed Doctor Who as well. Apart from the amusing situation of two supposed Doctor Who fans talking about Doctor Who without realising they’re in the company of a Doctor Who, I also seem to remember Michael being the one to suggest that he would deliver his “due to problems at the BBC” line directly to David.

Oh, and I think it was actually my idea to grab the annual off the harpsichord before joining the queue behind Crowley at the end of the ballroom scene (which we’d shot weeks earlier at this point). When we were blocking it out and rehearsing I knew I had to leave my position and get to the front for my “surrender the angle” line, and then later it just felt like I wouldn’t leave without the annual so I ran back through everyone to grab it. Nobody seemed to have a problem with me doing that so I just carried on doing it when we shot it! I do remember it being a fun set with Douglas and the team being very open to suggestions.”

How did you balance filming both Good Omens and BBC Ghosts at the same time?

“Luckily both shows were a joy to work on, and everyone seems to know about both of them. We were shooting them in early 2022 and I also had a little part in an ITV drama called ‘Stonehouse’, starring Matthew Macfadyen. I usually never know when I’m working next so to have three great TV jobs at once was very unusual. There was all this date juggling and I actually almost had to turn down Ghosts due to clashes. Luckily both shows had to move some dates so it worked out. But yes, I spent two weeks up in Scotland shooting all that Good Omens ballroom stuff, then I came back down to London to do Ghosts, knowing I’d be back up to shoot my scenes in the music shop in a couple of weeks. Now, when I found out who was playing my wife in Ghosts I couldn’t believe it: Caroline Sheen – Michael Sheen’s cousin! She was amazing and that was another great set in general. I say “set”, but it’s all filmed in that house which surprised me. I’d worked with Kiell [Smith-Bynoe] and Jim [Howick] before, and Charlotte [Ritchie] was in the Good Omens radio play a few years ago and a big fan of the book. Charlotte’s very musical of course and we got talking about my folding keyboard I had for practising my Good Omens stuff, and she ended up setting it up in the house for us to have a play on!

Now, when we’d shot all our internal scenes there was this big storm forecast, and our external scenes were scheduled for the day of the storm, so that had to be moved into the next week. It meant I ended up shooting those scenes outside the house, then going straight back up to Scotland to shoot the Good Omens music shop scene the next day! When I mentioned to Michael I’d just worked with Caroline he said “ooh she’s in Ghosts is she!” and revealed that she’d texted him about me which was rather surreal. Then later after the Ghosts wrap party Kiell gave me a part in his Channel 4 Blap, so at the time I felt like I was killing it career wise, but the industry quietened a bit after that and my workload eased off over the year so I was in my overdraft by November.”

What are your plans for the future – can we expect to see you in something else soon?

“This year, after a bit of a quiet start, I was very fortunate to work on a Disney+ show called Rivals which stars… David Tennant! I think I’m allowed to say my character is called Brian, and I shot five episodes so that was another really amazing job, and great to work with David again (I told him he must be my good luck charm, although I hope he’s not sick of me). That should be out at some point in late 2024. Other than that I’ve filmed a few other bits I presume will be out next year, one of which is called Truelove on Channel 4 which actually looks really good. That starts early January. Of course now Season 3 of Good Omens has been greenlit, I would love Neil and the gang to have me back on that… but I can only keep my fingers crossed!”

[kizzywh]

Together- David Rossi x Reader

Bio: David Rossi comforts reader after finding out they are doing drugs again

Content warning- overdose, reader in hospital, drug use mentions, spencer Reid drug use mention, SEASON 8 SPOILERS (ERIN STRAUSS MENTIONS)

850 words

 You had never intended to start using again. You had seen how it had affected Spencer after he got addicted to Diludaid. Hell, you had even sat with him, helping him get clean, sitting outside his rehab sessions, comforting him while he cried in his dimly lit bedroom, begging for his vials back.

But after Strauss had been killed by the Replicator, you had fallen apart. You weren’t close to Strauss, but she had mentored you, helped you get a position in the BAU. In a way, she was like the mother you had never had. She had turned to drink when times turned tough, but you chose heroin.

That familiar feeling coursing through your veins brought you comfort, but the withdrawals soon came, and it was time to repeat the cycle. The unit knew something was wrong, but didn’t broach it with you, as it was a conversation you refused to have. At least, it was until it went wrong.

You were at a hotel, the last case had just ended well, and you had taken a blow to the leg, which was blossoming into a multicoloured bruise. As you lay on that hospital bed, all you could think about was dulling the pain. You knew you had heroin in your bag, because you’d managed to source one from a dealer two blocks over, before returning to the hotel. What you didn’t know, was it wasn’t clean heroin, but as you added another needle mark to your arm, you didn’t even realise. You didn’t care. You needed this.

~the next morning~

Rossi kept calling your cell phone. It was time to get on the jet and fly back to Quantico. But you weren’t answering. Soon, he realised something could be wrong. “Have any of you heard off y/n this morning?” Rossi asked the team in the reception, JJ shook her head, “I don’t think so, should someone go check on her?” Spencer frowned, his hair falling into his eyes; “I’ll go.” He said, before taking the spare key card to your room, and running almost two steps at a time to your room. Scanning the key card and stepping in, his eyes take in the room, before noticing that you aren’t in your bed, and the sheets are half falling off the bed, to the side obscured by the bedside.

Walking around, he noticed the vial on the floor, before seeing you, unconscious on the carpet, needle still in your arm. He almost choked, seeing you like this, before panicking and calling the team. “she’s here but we need a medic, NOW.”

~in the hospital~

Rossi practically sprinted down the hospital corridor. “Is she alright?!” he shouted at a doctor, before apologising and lowering his voice, as the doctor exited your room. “She will be. You can see her now sir if you’d like.” The young doctor offered, before leaving with his clipboard clutched to his chest.

He entered your room and breathed a sigh of relief at you taking breaths, resting in bed, half-asleep. Sitting down at your bedside, he gently took your hand, marvelling at how fragile it seemed in his own, larger hand. He sighed. “What have you got yourself into this time, y/n?” He barely knew what to say. The woman he loved, the one he could never tell, had almost died, and he hadn’t even known that she was suffering in such a way. A tear slipped down his face, splashing onto your hand, before he continues. “Look, y/n, I understand. We all took Strauss’s death hard. Some, more than others,” he looked away, breath caught in his throat, “damn, me especially. But this? I know you are in pain, but this isn’t the way to deal with this.” As he spoke, you slowly started to wake up, but you kept your eyes closed, listening to what he had to say. He was rarely this open. Especially not with you. “y/n. I care about this team. I care about- YOU. Strauss encouraged me to tell you, but I just couldn’t find the right words. You’re so vibrant, you stay strong, no matter how much this team has had to manage these past few years. You’re like a breath of fresh air, healing this team, healing me. And- y/n? I love you. I don’t want you to become another one of the doomed Rossi wives.,” he paused, chuckling to himself. “I want to take care of you. And I am going to. No matter what. We are going to get through this. Together.”

The team watch through the window, through a mix of tears and smiles. “he’s finally doing it!” Spencer marvelled, as they watch, you reached out and gripped his hand, opening your eyes and looked into his own. “I- I love you too Rossi. And- I need to get past this, but together.” Spencer is pulled away by Morgan, “you don’t wanna see this next bit, kid.” Morgan laughs, before the team walk down the corridor, and you and Rossi share your first kiss, mixed with promises and apologies, but most importantly, hope.

Taglist: @lostgirl1428

[rogeriswater]

Don’t Leave Me Now

xxx

This work contains fictionalized versions of real events and people. Most details won’t be accurate to real life.

tags for this chapter: p.o.v changes, vomiting, pregnancy mention, a pinch of smut (flashing)

January, 1969

~m.r~

I was to be at Pye Studios today because we were recording our next album. This one was to be a soundtrack for a film called More. However, this morning, I had been feeling rather ill. I had been throwing up quite a lot. Billy tried getting me to stay home, but I assured him that I could work through a bit of nausea. "Look, if it helps calm you down, I'll see a doctor when I'm done, yeah?" I told him.

"That would make me feel better" Billy said. He touched my forehead, no doubt trying to see it have a fever. "You don't feel warm"

"I'll be fine, I promise" I removed his hand from my forehead. I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it. I could hear the honking come from outside, indicating that my brother was waiting for me. He offered to take me today. "That's Lee. I have to go"

"I love you"

"I love you too" I gave Billy a kiss before leaving. I got into Lee's car. "Thank you for driving me"

"It's my pleasure" Lee smiled, bringing me into a hug. When we pulled away, my stomach churned again. It made me groan and put my hand to my stomach. "Are you okay, magpie?"

"I've been sick all morning. Must've been something I ate" I explained.

"Or maybe—"

"Don't even suggest it"

"I'm just saying, my wife was pregnant before. I know the signs"

"Lee, I can't be pregnant, okay? The timing isn't right. The band is taking off and I—" I paused. I knew that Lee knew. About me and Roger. "If I was, I wouldn't even know who the father would be" I began to cry. Lee wrapped an arm around me and rubbed my arm. "Oh god, Lee, what if I am pregnant? What do I do? I don't know if Billy would be the father or if Roger is"

"Hey, hey, it's okay" Lee comforted me. "You'll figure it out"

"Can you take me to the doctors after?"

"Of course I can, magpie" Lee said, kissing the top of my head. And with that, he took me to the studio.

...

Lee and I arrived at Pye Studios. I told him to just come back later for me, but considering the circumstances, he insisted on coming in with me. I felt the wave of nausea come over me again. I told Lee to just go into the studio while I made my way to the washroom. I found a stall just in time and I puked into it.

Once I was done, I sat beside the toilet and ran my hand through my hair. Could I have been pregnant? And if I was, would it be Billy's? Or would it be Roger's? I eventually got myself together and made my way to the studio. I saw the boys all there, including my brother. He was chatting and laughing with Roger. Those two really got along.

Rick saw me and he walked over to me. "There you are. You feeling okay? Lee said something about you having a headache" I should've known Lee wouldn't tell them I was throwing up.

I smiled at him. "I'm alright, thank you. I took an aspirin. I should be fine"

"Feel better soon, alright?" Rick pat my shoulder. He went back over to Nick and David. I, however, went over to my brother and my lover.

I sat on my brother's lap like I used to do when we were younger. He groaned and tried pushing me off of him. "Magpie, you're not six anymore! You're heavy! Get off of me!"

I snickered, crossing my arms over my chest. "No"

"Fine, you asked for it" And suddenly I felt a wet fingertip go into my ear. It made we writhe and get off of my brother.

"Eww, you're so gross!" I said. I wiped my ear of his germs.

"I warned you, magpie"

I heard Roger laughing. I looked at him and pouted. "It's not funny"

"Oh, I don't know, sunshine. It's pretty funny to me" He said. I sat in the empty spot between Roger and my brother. "Will you be okay to work today?"

"What, you think I'm gonna let something like a headache keep me from work?" I kept up with Lee's fib.

Roger gave me a concerned look. "Love, I'll understand if you can't"

"I'll be fine Roger" I assured him. "Besides, if it was any of the others, you'd be bitching at them to work through it"

...

I was trying to sing through Cymbaline but for some reason, it just wasn't sounding right to me. I stopped for what seemed like the millionth time. "It still doesn't sound right to me" I complained.

Roger, who was on the other side of the window, pressed the button so he could speak to me. "You sound great, sunshine. Just keep trying, yeah?"

I rolled my eyes and attempted to sing through the song again, but it just wasn't sitting right with me. "I'm telling you, Roger, something's not right" My attention landed on David and that's when an idea popped into my head. "David, can you get in here with me please?"

"Sure thing, Mags" David got up and he walked round to join me in the booth. "What are you thinking?" He asked as I handed him over a pair of headphones.

"Just harmonize with me, yeah?" I instructed him. He just gave me a smile as he put the headphones on. The backing track started to play. David and I looked at each other as we began to sing together. It was sounding so much better I already. At least I thought so. And David seemed to think so as well as he kept smiling at me.

And it's high time

Cymbaline

It's high time

Cymbaline

Please wake me

When we had finished the song, Roger's voice rang through. "Are you pleased now, Mags?"

"Yes, that sounded much better. Don't you agree?" I asked

"Of course we do" Nick said. "That was great"

"What do you think David?" I asked him.

"That was— Maggie, are you okay? You look a little pale" David told me. Oh shit. There was that wave of nausea again. My hand went to my stomach and I felt the reflexes in my throat. David quickly grabbed and empty bucket that was nearby and he gave it to me to throw up into. He held my hair back for me so it didn't get caught in it.

I didn't even notice that Roger had burst in. "Move!" He practically yelled, shoving David out of the way. Roger started rubbing my back. "Darling, why didn't you tell us you were sick?"

"I didn't want you all fretting over me" I admitted.

"I think you should call it quits today—"

"No! I can work through a little nausea" I regret saying that as I threw up in the bucket again. "Shit"

"No, you're done for the day. And I'm taking you to the doctor" Roger insisted.

"No, Lee will take me. You need to stay here and work on the album" I said.

"But—"

"You're staying here with the others, Rog" I could see Roger didn't want me to leave without him. I know he was worried but the album was more important than me right now.

Lee came into the booth. "Roger, she'll be fine. I'll keep a close eye on my sister" He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and began leading me. I looked back and saw Roger watching me. David had his hand on his shoulder and was trying to tell him something.

When we got out to the car, Lee helped me get inside. When he got in on his side, he pat my leg and said, "Roger cares for you a lot. Wouldn't let you leave without him. Would Billy do something like that?"

"Lee, not now. Just take me to the doctor" I told him. I really was hoping it was just a stomach flu and not the other thing that usually made a woman nauseous.

...

Lee and I patiently sat in the waiting room. One of the nurses in the office had come to take my blood pressure. She made a comment about it being a little high. Well of course it's high. I started throwing up while I was at work. One of the nurses finally called my name, and brought Lee and I into one of the rooms.

"I know this is kind of personal, but when was your last period?" Lee asked me.

"Well if you must know, I wasn't supposed to start it again until next week"

"And who was the last person you had—"

"And I'm gonna stop you right there!" I put my hand over my brother's mouth. He licked it, making me retract it and wipe it on my dress. But the answer to his question was New Years Eve. I had sex with both Billy and Roger that day.

The doctor entered the room. He was an older gentleman, possibly late forties or early fifties, but incredibly handsome. "Hello Maggie, I'm Dr. Vaughn. This must be your brother!"

"How did you know I'm her brother?" Lee asked.

"You two could pass off as twins!" Dr. Vaughn said.

"We're actually nine months apart in age" I explained.

"What brings you in today Maggie?"

"I've been getting sick all morning, and me throwing up at work was the last straw"

Dr. Vaughn raised an eyebrow. "All morning you say?" I nodded. Dr. Vaughn looked at the chart. "The nurse noted that your blood pressure is a bit high"

"Well yours would be too if you're trying to record an album and you throw up and your bandmates start fretting over you"

"That's where I know you from! Maggie Fox from Pink Floyd! Tell me, why are you in my chart listed as Robinson?"

"Robinson is my married name"

"Married then? What a shame" Was my doctor flirting with me? I couldn't help but blush.

Lee cleared his throat. "Anyways, we're hoping you could tell us what's wrong with her"

Dr. Vaughn came up to me and put his hand to my forehead. "Well you're not warm but I'm going to check your temperature anyways" He grabbed a thermometer and placed it into my mouth. He waited a moment before taking it and checking it. "No fever. Tell me, Maggie, when was the last time you and your husband had intercourse"

"New Years Eve" I told him.

"Do you think there's maybe a possibility you could be pregnant?" I didn't answer him. Mostly because I didn't want that possibility to be true. "I'm gonna have a nurse come in and draw some blood, okay? Then we'll send it off to a lab to get tested"

"Okay" I nodded. Dr. Vaughn left, leaving me and my brother alone. Lee sensed my nervousness so he grabbed my hand.

"Magpie, why are you so nervous about being pregnant?" He asked me.

I couldn't tell him that it would leave me stuck with Billy if I was. I haven't exactly told my brother about the day Billy punched me. Only David knew. "Well I can't exactly tour with a new baby can I?"

"I don't quite believe that's the reason but I'm not gonna press you on it now"

A nurse came in with all the things she needed to draw my blood. I quickly recognized her. "Marie?"

She looked at me in surprise. "I remember you from the party! Maggie, right? It's hard to forget a pretty face like yours"

"I'm sorry, you two know each other?" My brother asked.

"Gertie tried pushing Marie onto Billy" I explained.

Marie clicked her tongue as she shook her head. "I can't believe the nerve of that woman. And the way she slapped you? I'm so sorry for what you have to go through with that woman, my dear"

"Wait, Gertrude what!?" Lee shouted. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Oh hush. Don't stress out your sister more than she already is" Marie came beside me and grabbed my arm. She wiped the area first with a disinfectant. "Let me tell you, I've never seen Dr. Vaughn quite smitten with anyone before"

"Excuse me?"

"All his female patients try flirting with him, but he never gives them the time of day. Now you, when he was telling me to take your blood, I saw the way he smiled and the twinkle in his eye"

"Damn Maggie, you're just a man magnet aren't ya?" Lee teased me, causing me to smack him in the shoulder. "Ow!" He whined, rubbing where I smacked him.

I didn't even feel the needle go into my arm because I already saw Marie taking the needle out of me. "There we go, got all the blood we need. Now, when Dr. Vaughn gets the results back, he will be calling you in to come see him again"

"Okay"

"And I suggest getting a pregnancy test"

"I'll take her to pick one up before I drop her off at home"

Marie smiled at Lee. "You have a good brother, and might I add, he's quite handsome" With that, Marie left telling us we were free to go. As we were leaving, I caught eyes with Dr. Vaughn. He smiled and waved at me.

Lee noticed. "Something doesn't feel right about him"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I don't know. Just whenever you're coming to see him, promise me you won't come alone"

"Fine, I won't come alone" I promised my brother.

"Good. Now, to take you the pharmacy"

...

Lee took me to the nearest pharmacy. I went to the the aisle where all the pregnancy tests were. I spent ages looking through them and trying to pick the right one. I just kept repeating in my head. I'm not pregnant. I finally picked one out and made my way to the check out. The cashier smiled at me. She silently checked me out, only speaking to me to tell me the price and to wish me a good day.

I grabbed my purchase and made my way back out to the car. "Would you like to come over? I know Bobby wouldn't mind seeing you" Lee offered.

I nodded. "I'd like that"

...

Lee took me to his and Ginny's house. I told Ginny what was going on, since she's been through this before. I showed her the test. She went to the bathroom with me. I used the toilet and now I was just waiting for the result.

"If you are pregnant," Ginny started to ask me. "Would it really be so bad?"

"I suppose not" I admitted. "But, a musician wouldn't make such a good mother. I'm barely home these days. I'm either on tour or at the studio"

"Well, a nanny is always an option" Ginny suggested.

"You mean let another woman raise my baby?" I scoffed.

"I had a nanny. Didn't mean I saw her as my mother" Ginny glanced at the test. "Looks like the result came"

I took a deep breath and grabbed the test. I saw one line. "What does that mean?" I asked Ginny.

"Not pregnant"

I sighed with relief. "Is it terrible I'm relieved?"

Ginny laughed. "Not at all" She pat me on the back. "Now, I believe Bobby had a drawing he wanted to show you"

We left the bathroom and went to the living room where Lee and Bobby were. As soon as Lee saw me, he got up and walked over to me. "Well?"

"Not pregnant" I said.

"I was looking forward to being an uncle, not going to lie, but if you're relieved than I am" Lee said, bringing me into a hug.

"Auntie Maggie!" Bobby called for me, running over to me with a picture in hand. "Look what I drew!"

I grabbed his drawing and took a good look at it. I noticed it was a drawing of five people. It took me a moment to realize what it was. "Is this the band, Bobby?"

He nodded. "That's Uncle David, Uncle Nick, Uncle Rick, Uncle Roger and you!"

I smiled. "Oh, why are me and Uncle Roger holding hands?"

Bobby giggled. "Because he like likes you!"

I blushed as Ginny scolded her son. "Bobby! We talked about this"

"But it's true, mummy!"

"Oh it's alright, Ginny. Boys at that age just have a wild imagination" I said, ruffling his hair. Bobby just smiled up at me.

"Are you staying for dinner, Auntie Maggie?" The sweet little boy asked me.

"I don't see why I shouldn't" I said.

...

I had such a wonderful dinner with them. I didn't leave until right after Bobby's bedtime. He insisted I put him down for bed. He also insisted that Uncle Roger had a crush on me. Of course, I already knew that. Lee dropped me off at home and I soon as I walked into my flat, I couldn't help but notice that Billy looked particularly happy. "My love, you're here!" He said.

"What's going on?" I asked him. "You seem excited"

"I got a call from a Dr. Vaughn" He said, and my heart suddenly dropped into my stomach. "He said your test results came back"

"Already?"

"I'm gonna be a dad!" What!? But the test was negative! Billy grabbed my face and kissed me. "Can you believe this, my love? I'm gonna be a dad and you're gonna be a mum"

"The test read negative" I muttered.

"Oh honey, those things aren't always accurate"

"So, there's a baby growing inside of me?"

Billy was still holding onto my face. "There is, my love. That's our baby"

Strangely enough, I had this happy feeling. I was gonna be a mum. I smiled and put my hands to my stomach. "I'm gonna be a mum"

"I made you an appointment for next week. He would like to see you and tell you what to expect" Billy kissed me again. "This is the happiest I've ever felt, my love. Since they day I married you"

Now, there was that thought that was gnawing at the back of my head. Was Billy the father? Or was Roger the father?

...

The next day, I was returning to the studio. I was gonna have to tell the boys the news. The only reaction I was worried about is Roger's. I don't know how he was gonna take it. I stood in front of the Pye Studios door, waving goodbye to Lee as he drove off. I put my hand to my stomach.

"Well baby, it's time to tell your uncles about you, though one of them may potentially be your father" I spoke to my child, patting my stomach. I couldn't have been more than two weeks along, considering the baby was conceived on New Years. I already knew what names I wanted to give my baby. Victoria for a girl, or Victor for a boy. Either way, this baby was going to be named after my father.

I walked into the studio. So far, the only one I saw was David. I must've been early. He looked at me and grinned. "Maggie! How are you feeling today?"

"I'm actually feeling really good!" I looked around. "Where are the others?"

"They haven't arrived yet"

"How were things yesterday after I left?"

"Roger couldn't focus after you left. It was horrible. Then whenever one of us tried to get him to work, he would scream bloody murder at us"

I frowned. "I'm sorry"

"It's alright. Not your fault you got sick. But Roger is an absolute nightmare to work with when you aren't here"

"Well, I'll stop getting sick at work then" I joked.

"How's everything else? Y'know, with Billy? He hasn't....?" David trailed off.

"He hasn't done anything since then"

"Maggie!" Nick's voice broke through. He walked in with Rick. "Someone's looking much better! And it looks like you're glowing!"

"Aww, thanks Nick" I said.

"So what was wrong?" Rick asked. "It's not a flu, is it?"

"Actually, I'll tell you all once Roger gets here" I said.

"Well he better hurry his crabby arse up" Nick said. And just as he said that, Roger walked in. "Oi Rog! Get your arse over here! Mags had something she wants to tell us"

Roger joined us. He stood beside me and whispered in my ear. "Why didn't you call me yesterday, darling? I was worrying"

"I'm fine, now hush. I have some news" I told him. Roger just nodded but continued to hover around me, placing his hand on my back.

"Don't leave us in suspense" Rick said. "Tell us what's going on"

I couldn't help the smile that was on my face. "I'm not sick at all. In fact, I'm pregnant!" My attention was on Roger and I knew exactly what his reaction was gonna be. His face dropped. I could hear the others muttering their congratulations to me, but all I cared about right now was Roger.

"Roger, you alright mate? You look like you've seen a ghost" Nick said.

"Yeah" He removed his hand from me. Then he refused to look at me. I frowned. "Let's just get to work" He walked past everyone.

"He's in his mood again" Rick noted.

"Who pissed in his corn flakes this morning?" Nick wondered. Me. It was me apparently. This day was going to be miserable.

...

I was right. This day was miserable. Roger refused to acknowledge me at all. Whenever I would ask him a question, he would treat me as if I were a ghost. Fine, if two want to play at that game. Now I was the one ignoring him. When he finally wanted my input? I acted as if he wasn't there. It came to be lunch time. The boys decided to break for the cafeteria but I chose to remain in the studio. I didn't want to be around Roger if he was gonna be pissed with me.

I sat in the couch, flipping through a magazine eating my sandwich. I felt someone sit beside me. I knew who it was but I wasn't going to talk to him. "Sunshine, could you please just look at me?" Roger tried but I didn't budge. "Look, I know I've been an arse to you all day but you gotta let me explain" I was silent. "Please tell me. Is it mine?"

That's when I broke my vow of silence and looked at him. "I don't know"

"When was—"

"Around New Years. And I was with both you and Billy that day"

"This doesn't mean it's over between us, right?"

"Baby, of course not" I turned myself so that I was facing Roger. I cupped his face with both of my hands. "But if this baby isn't yours—"

"This baby is mine, and I will treat it as such if it comes out looking like your idiotic husband"

"And if the baby is actually yours?"

Roger smiled. "Then that just gives us another excuse to get married, doesn't it?" He put his forehead to mine. "But even if it's not my baby and I have to settle for being Uncle Roger, it won't mean I'll love you or it any less"

"I hope you're the father" I brushed my lips against his. "I want you to father all of my babies"

"Darling, don't do this to me here" Roger said. He brushed his nose along my cheek. "You'll make me want to kiss you"

"Then why don't you?" I purred, grasping at his t-shirt. He pressed his lips to mine and our make out session began. Roger's hand gripped my waist and he pulled me into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my fingers latched into his hair. He parted his lips from mine to admire me. "Why'd you stop?" I whined, needing his lips on mine again.

"You're the prettiest fucking thing in this whole world and yet you chose me" Roger spoke, almost in a daze. "You even picked me over your stupid husband. What do I have to offer you?" I hated when Roger put himself down like that.

"Roger, stop doing that to yourself. I love you, okay? For all your flaws and imperfections, which are perfect to me"

"Christ, I'm so in love with you" He pulled me back into another searing kiss.

~r.w~

I could barely focus for the rest of the day. There was a possibility that I might be a father. I don't even know if that baby is a boy or a girl yet but I already love them. Just as much as I love my Maggie. I fucking hope that baby comes out looking like me, and I can't wait to see the look on Billy's face when it does.

When we were done for the day, I offered to take Maggie home. Of course, that was an excuse just to spend some more time with her. I walked her up to her flat. I was hoping that Billy wouldn't be home. But of course, that was wishful thinking as his face nearly blinded me as we entered her flat. Strangely, he was with an older woman.

"Uh, honey," Maggie called her husband. My jaw ticked. I hated hearing her call anyone else but me sweet little pet names. "Who is this?"

"Maggie, this is Dr. Quinn. She's a marriage counsellor" Billy introduced the woman. What the fuck? Now he wants to make an effort? "Why is Roger here?"

"Why is she here?" Maggie retorted.

"I told you I wanted to work on our marriage. We're having a baby and I think we need to work things out before our child is here" Like hell that child is yours! That baby is a Waters. "Now, why is Roger here?"

"I wanted to make sure she got home safe" I explained, narrowing my eyes at him. "Sorry for caring about your wife's wellbeing" I noticed the shrink looking in between Maggie and Billy.

"It's not your job to care about her" Billy warned. He got up and walked over to Maggie. He put his arm around her and pulled her against him. I wanted pull him off of her and punch him in the fucking face.

"Billy, not while we have a guest" Maggie said, nodding towards Dr. Quinn.

"Nice to meet you, Maggie" She introduced herself. "Billy's told me a lot about you, and I look forward to getting to know you more during our sessions together"

"Let me walk you out" Billy offered the woman. He left with the doctor, leaving Maggie and I to ourselves.

"What the fuck is he thinking!?" Maggie burst out. She began pacing back and forth. "You don't just spring marriage counselling on someone like that. It's something you need to have a discussion about"

"Maggie" I tried to stop her.

"That fucking asshole. God, I hate him!" Hearing her say that out loud made me feel ecstatic but now really wasn't the time for that. "Maybe I should just show him those divorce papers now"

"You have them?" I asked.

She didn't answer. Instead, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into her bedroom. Maggie went into her drawer and grabbed what looked like a key. She used the key to unlock her vanity drawer. She grabbed a large envelope and held it out to me. I grabbed it from her and opened it up. Low and behold, the contents revealed divorce papers. As I read through them, she wrapped her arms around me and put her head against my chest.

"I could go ahead and give those to him now. Then you and I can run away together. You, me, and our baby can live a life together"

"As much as I love the sound of that, we can't just yet" I regretfully told her. "Give me time and I'll find us a lovely home. Once I find one, you can divorce Billy and I'll leave Judy. Then we'll move into our new home and get married. How does that sound?"

"Mhm, that sounds perfect" She tilted her head up towards me. I couldn't help but kiss her again. Her kisses were absolute ecstasy.

"Maggie! Where did you go?" Fuck, almost forgot about him. How inconsiderate of him to spoil our moment. She sighed and left me to go see him. I went ahead and put the papers back in her drawer. I was about to close and lock it for her, when something caught my eye. It was a notebook labeled Maggie's Lyrics.

I flipped open to the first page and my eyes landed on the words. She had a few titles scratched out until there was one she settled on. This Love Song (From Me to You).

How am I supposed to begin this song?

Maybe how I ache when we're apart for too long.

If you're hearing this, then you probably know

For every moment I'm with you, my love only grows

Which is why I'm dedicating this song to you

I want you to know, every word rings true

Listen to this love song

You know who you are

Listen to this love song

And know I'm not that far

This is my love song

Dedicated from me to you

This was about me. I normally hated sappy love songs, but it was different knowing when one was about you. I put the notebook back and made sure to lock up her drawer and put the key where she hid it. I left the bedroom and joined Maggie and Billy. They were sitting at the table, with Billy holding Maggie's hands.

"Maggie, Dr. Quinn will be able to help us work through our issues. I'm not gonna lose you and if this is how I can keep you with me, then so be it" Billy said. Maggie wasn't even looking at him. "Please, Maggie. For our baby's sake at least?" That made my blood boil. That's my child, not his. It has to be. "Excuse me, why are you still here?" Billy spat at me.

"Don't be rude" Maggie snapped at him. She looked at me. "I'll walk you out"

Billy got up. "No, I will" I guess I had no choice but to follow him. It was silent between us, at least until we got outside. "Roger, I'm gonna need you to do me a favour and just back off of Maggie, okay?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Since day one, you've been trying to take her from me and I've had enough of it" I had to stop myself from laughing. Oh, mate. I already have your wife. Right in the palm of my hands. "She's having my kid now and I don't need you butting in on that" Actually, that's my kid, but sure, if believing that makes you happy then go right ahead. "Anyways, you have your own fiancé to worry about don't you? It's Judy, if you haven't already forgotten her name"

I smirked, deciding to test the waters a little. "Okay, I'll admit. I find your wife to be extremely attractive and I think about fucking her" Oh man, the look on his face was priceless. "I've fucked my own hand countless times wishing her it was her cunt" I saw his fist clenching and I knew he wanted to punch me. "If you hit me, I'll tell Maggie and she won't be very happy with you"

"I'm watching you, Waters" Billy warned me before he retreated back inside. I chuckled as I pulled out and lit a cigarette. I had a feeling. I looked up and noticed Maggie watching through her window. I saw her look over her shoulder, probably checking if Billy was back. She quickly flashed me her tits. The streets were quite empty at this time of day so I knew I was safe for doing what I was about to do. I unzipped my pants so I could pull my cock out for her. I stroked it a few times for her before tucking myself back into my pants. I saw her smile before she kissed the window and retreated.

I couldn't help but grin. That was my girl and she always will be. Our love was like no other, and it wasn't just sexual in nature like most affairs were (though the sex was fucking fantastic). We owned each others bodies, minds, and souls. We understood each other like no one else would. Nothing was gonna keep us apart, no matter how hard the universe tried. Even if that baby doesn't end up being mine biologically, I'll still love and care for it, as if it were. But I had a feeling that it was, and I fucking hoped that feeling was right.  

[fridaythe13ththeseries]

Repetition

Episode Recap #66: Repetition Original Airdate: February 17, 1990

Starring: Louise Robey as Micki Foster Steve Monarque as Johnny Ventura (as Steven Monarque) (credit only) Chris Wiggins as Jack Marshak (credit only)

Guest cast: David Ferry as Walter Cromwell Kate Trotter as Anne Holloway Vicki Wauchope as Heather Stevens Kay Tremblay as Mrs. Cromwell Sharry Flett as Ruth Stevens Stephen Hunter as Martin Lentz Dan MacDonald as Doctor Aaron Ross Fraser as Bill R.D. Reid as Bart Brent Titcomb as Jimmy Paul Bettis as Undertaker

Written by Jennifer Lynch Directed by William Fruet

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We open on a newspaper office, having a party for a columnist named Walter Cromwell. He has been named American Columnist of the Year, and his editor gives a short speech. Walter's elderly mother is in attendance, as well. Walter accepts the award on behalf of all his coworkers, and gives a speech about responsibility he learned from his mother.

Later, Walter sends his mother home in a cab, since he has a column to finish. A coworker tries to get Walter to go for a drink, but Walter goes back in to work late.

The next morning, a young girl, Heather, goes out to play with her dog. Her mother tells her to come back soon and to avoid the river.

Walter finally leaves work after a long night, driving home tired and yawning and eventually dozing off. He swerves as he drives, flies off the road and into a clearing, hitting and killing Heather. He pulls the girl from under his car and lifts her up. The dog goes home without Heather, worrying her mother.

Credits roll.

A missing poster for Heather is on the pole outside Curious Goods, as inside we see a woman, Anne Holloway, thanking Micki for the items they are donating to the shelter she runs. Jack and Johnny are on a buying trip and will be home soon. Micki unpacks a figurine, which Anne remarks is beautiful. It's from the 18th century and Jack apparently bought a dozen of them. Anne asks if they are valuable and Micki says one of them is. Ruth Stevens, Heather's mother, enters. She has no news of Heather, but has new flyers to post. Anne also takes some, and Micki mentions Anne does counseling, but Ruth isn't interested and leaves. Micki tells Anne how much Ruth is hurting and the woman offers to check in on her.

Walter is at church, in the confessional. He admits to killing the girl but says it wasn't his fault and hid the body. The priest asks if he's gone to the cops, but Walter says he can't, he has to worry about his mother. He wants the priest to tell the cops where the body is, but he says he can't. The priest begs him to come clean, it is his only way.

At work, Walter's boss is irate at the bad writing Walter has been doing for the last week. Walter says he is working through something. His boss doesn't want to hear it and takes Walter off the payroll until he pulls himself together. Walter takes a drink.

Arriving at home that night, Walter hears his boss in is head an dreads facing his mother. He drops papers and when he stoops to pick them up he notices a cameo on a chain hanging from under his car. He pulls it free, realizing it is from the girl he killed. He hears her voice begging for help, and when he looks at the locket, the silhouette of the girl is speaking, begging to be set free.

Walter goes inside, still hearing her beg for help. His mother calls out to him, and the girl asks if his name is Walter. He drops the cameo into the garbage disposal and goes to check on his mother. He gives her her medicine and lies that he took time off to spend with her. She says she is so tired lately.

Later, Walter is pouring a drink and the girl from the cameo pleads with him, telling him she doesn't have to be dead. He fishes the undamaged cameo out of the sink, and tells her he could change things if he could. The girl tells him he can, if he kills someone else at the same place and time he killed her. She begs to live again, as mother again calls out for him.

Next day, Walter has brought his mother to the spot where he killed Heather. She is ill, cold and confused as to what is going on. He gives her the cameo as a present. His mother wants to know what is happening, and the girl tells him it is almost time and he has to kill her. Walter is confused, but grabs the blanket on his mother, covers her face and smothers her to death. Just then, Heather crawls from where he had hidden her and they come face to face before Heather runs off, scared.

Walter is putting his mother's body into the back of his car, as Anne happens to drive by and notice him with an empty wheelchair. Anne drives to Ruth's home to check on her, and the woman is still sure she will find her daughter. Ruth thinks she hears her daughter, and a very dirty Heather runs up, to the shock of both women.

At home, Walter puts his mother into her bed, covering her with the sheet. He takes another drink as he calls her doctor, telling him his mother passed in her sleep. He asks for help in sending someone over. As he takes another drink, he hears his mother calling for his help. He drops his glass. He knows he killed her, and when he checks, he sees she is indeed dead. But she is now on the cameo, begging him for help. He pulls it off her, saying it is not fair.

Heather is telling her mother and Anne about the big car that came at her, then remembers a man with an old woman, and thinks he killed that person instead. Heather realizes the cameo her grandfather gave her is missing. Her mother is just happy to have her daughter home, but Anne is puzzled.

Walter to goes back to the woods, telling his mother on the cameo that her time was almost up anyway. He drops it into an old well. Back at confessional, he tells the priest he has sinned again, but not as bad. He tells the man that the girl lives, but he traded another life for hers. The priest tells him he needs help, but Walter thinks it is all good now. He then hears her mother's voice and talks back to her. He leaves, walking the street looking disheveled and talking to himself. A cop watches. Walter goes in to the homeless shelter.

Inside, he notices all the men, who are alone in the world. Anne is there, and introduces herself to Walter. He goes to leave, but she backs off. Walter continues to hear his mother, and yells at her, drawing some attention. One man goes to tell him if they hear him, they'll take him to "the farm." The man, Bill, says he just got out of the farm. Walter offers him a cigarette. Bill asks if Walter knows of a place to sleep tonight, since the shelter only offers the floor. He does, but when Bill goes to tell a friend, Walter stops him, saying it isn't big enough for more. Bill goes with Walter as Anne watches.

Walter climbs down the well and retrieves the cameo as Bill sleeps in his car. His mother's voice warns him it is almost time. He gets Bill from the car, leading him to the spot he killed the girl and his mother. He gives the cameo to Bill, then looks for a big stick. As Bill realizes he can't let go of the cameo, Walter hits him with a branch, killing him.

At the same time, at the mortuary, the mortician is beginning the embalming process on Walter's mother, who shocks the man when she wakes up screaming.

The doctor arrives at Walter's house as Walter rushes out, asking where his mother was sent. The doc, in shock, tells him his mother just died this morning, while being embalmed. Walter is aghast, and very confused.

Later, walking the streets, Walter is now hearing Bill beg for help via the cameo. He bumps into his boss, and tries to get away. His boss heard about his mother and offers to help. Bill still calls out to him, so Walter walks off.

Back in the shelter, Walter is confronted by Bill's friends, who want to know what Walter did with him. Walter tries to go and they rough him up and hit him until Anne breaks it up. Walter, his glasses broken, goes with Anne. She bandages his face and gets him some food. He still hears Bill's cries for help. Anne asks what's wrong, knowing he doesn't belong there. He tries to leave, but she offers help, asking if he hurt Bill. Walter says Bill is around and will be back tomorrow. He sobs as Anne tries to help, telling him we all make mistakes, and to admit what happened, go back to where it all began. Walter rushes out and Anne sees him pull down one of Heather's missing posters.

At confessional, Walter says he is going to the police tomorrow, but first he has to put things right. The priest offers prayers and Walter leaves.

At home, Heather and her mother are playing, unaware Walter is watching from outside.

At the shelter the next day, Ruth calls Anne saying that Heather is gone again. Anne says she'll be right over. Walter has taken Heather back to the same spot he killed her in, and tells the voice of Bill it'll be okay. He gives Heather her cameo back. Anne is driving to see Ruth and spots Walter's car on the side of the road and pulls over.

Walter tells Heather he didn't mean to hurt her. Heather notices the cameo has a different silhouette on it. Anne calls to Walter, looking for him. Walter checks the time and picks up Heather, hiding them both. Anne continues looking, saying she just wants to talk. He holds up a finger to Heather to be quiet. But Heather sees the well and has a memory of crawling out of it. She yells and jumps up and runs to Anne. Walter goes to get her, still holding the cameo. He tells Anne he has to kill Heather to make things right. Bill's voice tells him to kill Anne instead. Anne tells Heather to run and then stumbles. Walter is confused, telling Anne he didn't mean to kill anyone. He says he's sorry and picks up a bottle, breaking it to a sharp point. Anne screams, but Walter cuts his own throat, killing himself. Anne checks on him and finds the cameo in his hand. Just then Bill stumbles out, confused. Anne leads him away.

At Curious Goods, Micki is holding the cameo and searching the manifest. Anne asks if it is something Micki would want and, having found it listed in the book, Micki says yes. Anne lies and said a homeless person gave it to her, and that it fit the kind of items Jack said they look for. She offers it free of charge for all the donations they've made. Micki asks if Anne heard about Ruth finding Heather. The phone rings and Micki answers to Jack. As Anne leaves, Micki says she got something back before it caused any problems. Hearing that, Anne stops and looks back.

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My thoughts:

I liked this one, even though it is quite sad and depressing.

The cameo is an interesting item with a unique curse. Walter really only had one way out in the end, since no matter who he killed to replace the last, the item would haunt him. He was doomed from the start. And besides his mother's unfortunate death via embalming shock, he was the only other victim, in the end.

A bit odd having Micki in only two scenes, and no Jack or Johnny, but maybe better than trying to twist the story to fit one of them in. Different, but glad it is mostly a one-off. I like having Micki and Jack, and Johnny, involved.

The guy playing Walter did a good job of slowly loosing it. More and more disheveled as his nightmare went on.

One odd thing is the lack of cops, with the girl missing. Even when she is found, it is Anne with Ruth, no cops. And when she goes missing again, Ruth calls Anne? Who she only just met and no cops? Weird.

Liked the little peek into how they find some of the cursed items, with Jack buying a dozen figurines, knowing one is the one they want and the rest will just be broken to look for that one unbreakable object.

Again, I liked this, but not as the norm. Prefer the group hunting together.

But Kate Trotter is great, isn't she? Love her scenes with Micki.

Next week: The Long Road Home

[tinygamertris]

So let me tell you a little story about one of my primary school teachers and how he almost got me fucking murdered when I was a child.

Little me didn't know they were aro-ace or transmasc, little me thought they were a girl because the option to be anything else wasn't even mentioned in public back then, let alone in front of kids. So it's Grade 4, I think I'm a girl, and I find out that year that girls are allowed to play football in winter sport season. I'm not talking American football or soccer here either, I'm talking full on Aussie Rules but the players are children and therefore even more feral and terrifying than the professionals.

The teacher in charge of the football team, we will call him Fever because it's close enough to his name and if anyone recognises him, tough shit, he was an absolute see you next tuesday and I'd love to talk to you if you remember him and compare complaints and remember when the playground had actual grass. Fever hated girls. He was notorious for it. Parents were constantly complaining but the board and the principal were all men and didn't see a problem, because old white cishet men in the 90s were just the worst.

Fever drove off the other girls before the first match of the season through a combination of bullying and 'encouragement' to join a more 'appropriate' sport, but couldn't get rid of me. I fucking loved football and I went in like the little feral goblin child I was. So he decided to get evil.

He held all the team meetings, debriefings, whatever, in the boy's changeroom. He told everyone that since I was so desperate to play a boy's sport, I must think I was a boy, so it didn't matter if I went in there. After all, if I thought I was a boy, then there shouldn't be a problem, should there?

The first day we met in there it was fine, the boys thought he was being a weirdo, and some of them had tangled with me in the past and figured it was better to have me on their side pointed at the opposition. But obviously some of them talked to their parents about it, because pretty soon I was being called 'tranny' and 'freak' all over the place. Still okay, fucking annoying but I was undiagnosed autistic in the 1990s with a Doctor Who obsession, a talent for the written word, and zero filters. I'd had worse.

No, where it went bad was a few weeks into the season when games were actually being played and parents were coming to matches. Because some fucking ape of a man - he probably was perfectly normal looking but I was a child and he was bellowing like you see apes do on David Attenborough - cornered me on my way to the changeroom for halftime and started swinging.

I don't have much memory of what happened during the actual attack, only the aftermath when I had a black eye, a sprained wrist, and the taste of blood in my mouth and had to go to hospital to make sure I didn't have a concussion. One of the few kids at that school who I actually got on with told me the next day that I'd gone absolutely fucking insane when he punched me and they'd had to get two other men to haul me off because I chomped on and refused to let go somewhere in the middle of it.

If I wasn't a feral bastard of a kid, that man probably would've killed me. Just because a teacher said something shitty (if admittedly true thirty-odd years down the line) about me to kids and those kids talked to their parents.

Don't you ever fucking tell me that 'trans men have it easy' because part of me is still a feral little goblin child but now has access to adult language.

“trans men don’t have any real safety concerns to worry about” i can’t wear a mask when i go into public bathrooms even though i’m higher risk and bathrooms are some of the easiest places to get sick because i don’t reliably pass when my facial hair is covered and i can’t risk not passing when i use the men’s room, but i also can’t just use the women’s room for safety anymore because i don’t reliably pass as either binary gender anymore. so my only options are to risk getting sick, take my chances with the consequences of not passing, or just never use the bathroom in public (which has its own health risks).

and today, it almost didn’t even matter that i was putting myself in danger to ensure that i passed because, thanks to a faulty lock and a man who didn’t think to knock, i came very close to having my half-naked body exposed to a bathroom full of cis men. if i hadn’t been holding my coat on my lap because there was nowhere in the stall to put it, every single guy waiting in the (very crowded) bathroom would’ve seen that i didn’t have a dick. how well do you think that would’ve gone for me? my money’s on Not Well At All.

[kurt-wagner-official]

Post #118: UXM issues 235-238

God I forgot how good the Outback era is. Broodfall was great and this issue starts A Green and Pleasant Land, another standout arc, which heads right into Inferno. It's the most creative and interesting the book has been since From the Ashes. This arc is maybe the most politically overt story Claremont does, with a blatant allegory for South African apartheid, which was a huge global focus at the time. The opening line of narration reads "This is the present. This is the world," which is a really bold stance to take in Marvel's biggest book at the time. It's not something Marvel would have published a few years before when Jim Shooter was still in charge, and it's not something you'd see now with Disney as the parent company. We open with a man sneaking through what looks like a military installation to hide his toddler son on a plane about to take off. Some soldiers take notice, so he runs off to draw them from the baby, and we learn that he's a mutant. They call him a genejoke, I think the first time that slur has been used. The soldiers, Magistrates of Genosha, pump him full of bullets, and in his last moments, he smiles because his son can live free. Cue a brutal jump cut to the next morning, where some Genoshans, are given the assignment to go collect the baby from an Australian hospital. First, though, they're ambushing another runaway, an adult mutant named Jenny who is living in Australia as a traveling emergency doctor. When her plane lands, the Genoshans try to arrest her, but luckily Maddie has picked up some shifts as a service pilot and was flying with Jenny. She sends a distress signal before being arrested herself by the Genoshans, who are not in Magistrate uniforms, call themselves the Press Gang, and have powers themselves. They tell Jenny that she fled from her duty and zap her with a scifi ray that digitizes her and sends her as a phone signal back to Genosha, before doing the same to Maddie. The X-Men arrive soon after and track the kidnappers scent to the hospital, where they're kidnapping the baby. They get into a fight, but one of them uses the fancy zapper thing to summon a bunch of Magistrates. They take out Logan and Anna and zap them away with the baby while the rest of the team engages in battle. Alex, who could barely bring himself to kill Brood last arc, is shooting to kill against mysterious enemies who hurt Maddie, which is a telling detail both about that relationship and the character. In a weird little detail, the final panel of the issue is some Aussie cops arresting the Magistrates that got knocked out by Logan and Anna. They tell them that they sure hope whoever beat them up to save the baby is doing well in the fight, which is a weirdly supportive and hopeful note to end part 1 on. Maybe it's to contrast with how evil and oppressive Genosha is in the next few issues.

This issue opens with Anna and Logan battling their way through Genoshan Magistrates until a man named Wipeout uses his powers to turn off theirs. We're then introduced to the Genegineer, a mad scientist who does experiments on mutants, whose name is Dr. David Moreau, and his son Phillip. David gets called into work by some Magistrates who pick him up in like a little rocket helicopter thing, and Phillip has a slave zap the lawn with superpowers to fix it. He arrives to study Logan and Anna, who thanks to Roma's spell are invisible to all the fancy scanning devices. He's shown the prisoners in their cells, Logan sedated and Anna curled up in a ball. He asks what's wring with her, and the head Magistrate mentions that some of the guards sexually assaulted her. He's so casually cruel and dismissive about it. If possible, it's made even worse by the fact that Anna has never in her life had a sexual experience. Her first kiss activated her powers, and since then no physical contact. She loves making jokes about it, flirting with everyone and wearing sexy outfits, but with the understanding that she'd never actually have it. And now, for the first time, she may be able to touch someone with her own hands, and that choice is immediately taken away from her. It just makes my skin crawl in a way that this book never has. Jean was violated in the Dark Phoenix Saga by Mastermind, but even then it was telepathic, which gives it at least a little distance from real life. Sexual abuse was also heavily implied in the Magik miniseries, but not as directly in your face. But this is something explicit that's happened to people I know and love, treated as lightly as real life monsters treat it. Back in Australia, the other X-Men telepathically interrogate the Magistrates in the prison, and after Betsy does a little psychic torture they're off to rescue their friends. The Press Gang, Hawkshaw Pipeline and Punchout, arrive soon after to free the Magistrates. Side note- the fact that Genoshans give their mutant slaves superhero style codenames is so insidious, especially through the lens of modern X-books, where those names are a sacred part of mutant culture. Even that gets twisted and mocked. Before we get back to the action, we cut to X-HQ, where the demon N'astirh shows up on the screen. Is this his first appearance? I can't remember. That's such a Claremont demon name. I like N'astirh. He's really polite and has a pretty humany speech pattern, which is a fun contrast against S'ym who's more the classic Christian demon. In Genosha, Phillip sees Magistrates arresting the human family of Jenny, which freaks him out. A Magistrate is rude to him until he recognizes him as the Genegineer's son and tries to apologize, saying he was only following orders. Every time that phrase pops up in X-Men, it's a very intentional Holocaust reference. Claremont, a Jewish man, equating the Magistrates to Nazis feels like a show of solidarity to those suffering under apartheid. Anna, meanwhile, has withdrawn so far into her own mind that she sees the psychic residues of all the people she's ever absorbed. It's a neat concept with a ton of potential for character exploration, which is why later writers keep coming back to this mindscape with her. Most of the residues want to attack her, except for Carol Danvers, who's as real as Anna herself. Since Anna is breaking down, Carol offers to take over the body and get them out of there. There's something very interesting about the fact that Anna, who's just had her autonomy take away by force, is now giving it to Carol, who despises her. This confident, brave hero has been so traumatized that she's afraid to face what may be her last days on Earth. And while it is scary to think there's another person inside of you who could take over, there's also a bit of wish fulfillment here, the idea that when you can't go on anymore this other part of yourself can take over and protect you. And she does; Anna!Carol (probably gonna just call her Carol) beats up two guards who Anna absorbed earlier who want revenge.

One of the guards is a woman, which I think is telling about how other marginalized communities will ally with the majority group if it can protect them. Carol then rescues Logan, who without his powers looks like a shitty old man. They look for Maddie and Jenny, but they've already been taken away. It's here that we finally learn the full, sickening truth of Genosha. Every mutant child is take away at age 13 and altered by the Genegineer. He rewrites their brains to make them obedient slaves and then alters their genetics to change their powers to whatever is the most useful for their slavers. This is called the mutate-process, turning people from free mutants to slave mutates. Suddenly the Press Gang and Wipeout go from complicit villains to heartbreaking victims. Jenny ran away from this, but now that she's been caught she's due for the slaving process. Phillip is upset because he was in love with her as a child, but his father tells him it's her duty to serve. In the room where they do this process, Maddie is also strapped down until N'astirh pops up on the screen and asks if she has a minute to talk. She says she can't so he's just like "okie dokie" and then blows up the power to the building as a favor to her. The lights going out gives Logan and Carol the chance they need to escape and begin planning their revenge.

/I don't know why but the cover of issue 237 has always been stuck in my brain. It's just Logan and Anna!Carol holding on to the top of a train. I have always thought action scenes on the top of moving trains are the coolest, maybe that's why. Anyway, we open with the Magistrates chasing a stolen aircraft which they assume holds Carol and Logan trying to escape, but it's actually empty and rigged to blow when someone opens the door. Right off the bat, this issue has two superheroes using bombs to fight back against an oppressive regime, which is a powerful statement. They're actually still in the city, trying to stay ahead of the Magistrates till the X-Men arrive. They've worked together before, and Logan is glad to see Carol again, even at the cost of Anna, who he does also consider a friend. You have to wonder how she feels about it though. All though the city, there's propaganda posters and videos advertising Genosha as a utopia for all, regardless of gender, race, or anything else. It's a pretty scathing commentary on minorities looking the other way when they aren't the one being oppressed, which is another Holocaust parallel. It's a refreshing and important theme in a book which often, especially in older stuff, strays uncomfortably close to model minority politics. They run into Phillip starting a bar fight with some Magistrates and getting arrested. It's the first human on human violence they've seen, and they hear the Magistrates mention the "mutie train," so they tail them. In the Genegineer's office, he's talking to Jenny before she goes through the brainwashing, telling her she's making an important sacrifice for the good of Genosha. She begs for freedom, so he guilts her for abandoning her duty. Finally defeated, she asks if she'll still be a nurse as a slave. He can't even give her that small, selfless comfort, planning to assign her to manual labor and use her to breed future healers. In the bonding room, they're about to start the process on Maddie when she lets out a scream that sends waves of energy. The rest of the X-Men, meanwhile, have finally arrived, and immediately start beating up Magistrates. The Magistrates are, to the X-Men, about on the same level as the Brood, to the point that Peter of all people suggests they execute them after they knock them out, but Ororo tells Betsy to wipe their minds instead. But when she opens her own mind, she's hit with a wave of psychic force that knocks her for a loop, and then we cut to Maddie's room, where the scientists have been sent flying and impaled on machinery. Back on the train, Logan and Carol are discovered, but have stolen Magistrate uniforms and IDs, so the other Magistrates send them on their way with Phillip to return him. As they drive off, Logan swears to Carol that he's going to bring this country down.

The final part opens with a telepathic transcript from the psychic studying Maddie. In her minds eye, she's a young girl picking flowers in a field and singing "Going to America" by Steeleye Span. The Magistrates call attention to that, which means Claremont wanted to. It's a song about losing your husband because he was arrested and taken away. That's an interesting insight; does she view Scott as having been forcibly taken by Jean? Or Jean as a punishment for Scott? Anyway, in the interrogation, Maddie perceived the telepath as the Genegineer, which is freaking the Genegineer out now that he's watching this. Just to freak them all out, she turn the field into Genosha and blows it up with a firebomb, and the only thing left is the Genegineer/telepath, now dressed like Mr. SInister. Maddie shows up in like. A loincloth and the highest crop top you've ever seen. It's her Goblin Queen outfit premier, and it's ridiculous slutty comic book villain, but it's also very interesting in that it looks like Jean's Hellfire outfit but instead of fancy and expensive looking it's all tattered and ragged. And instead of the Hellfire Club she's gonna throw actual hellfire at people. That part's probably a coincidence cause Claremont likes hell though. She tells the telepath he needs to be careful striking matches, and then kills everyone in the room, which is where we last saw her. We now jump to Logan, Carol, and Phillip, who they've brought into their schemes cause he wants to save Jenny. He's shocked when he sees the prison camps that the mutants live in, having turned a blind eye to the details of the slavery. The trio are caught and brought before the Genegineer. Phillip yells at his father that this is wrong and the humans deserve to know the truth of how the mutants are treated, but he says that it's no secret and people just don't care enough to look. But since Phillip won't shut up about it now, he's an enemy of the state. Logan drops a backstory hint that he's been a slave before and won't do it again, and starts fighting back while in another part of the building, the X-Men attack. Phillip runs off looking for Jenny and teams up with Alex, who's looking for Maddie. Maddie has gone to the nursery, where she finds the kidnapped baby, who she learns was the only natural mutant birth in the country in a long time. Usually they're grown in a lab from mutant DNA, and Maddie feels a strange connection to the body growing tubes. The Genegineer shows up and tries to kill her, but Alex and Phillip stop him and demand to be taken to Jenny. It's too late, though, as she's been turned into a mutate. The X-Men discuss just toppling the entire nation, but Phillip asks for a chance to rebuild the government, starting by getting the word out locally and overseas about how mutants are treated here. The X-Men agree, but tell him that if he fails, they'll be back to take down the country. Alex blows up the entire Genoshan citadel as a threat to everyone remaining on the island, and Maddie kisses him before the X-Men walk through a portal back to their homebase.

There's not a whole lot left to say, because while this is an incredibly powerful story, it's not a very subtle one, and everything is kinda right there on the page. It's maybe Claremont's most chilling story. One of the shortcomings of the mutant metaphor is how few mutants there are, which is why introducing a whole nation of large scale oppression is so effective at getting those themes across. The random mutants in the background as slaves, the father who got shot in the opening pages, and poor Jenny, who only wanted to help people, make the suffering feel very real. I said this before, but it was really important for this book to do commentary on South Africa. Most of Claremont mutant metaphor stuff has been allegories for gay and/or Jewish people, but it's really important for the metaphor to be available to every marginalized group. It never works one-to-one, and it doesn't map onto racial politics quite as well as it does queer politics, but it's there and it's important. This was a great story for Maddie, who's hardcore embracing her new demon friends, and Anna, who hasn't gotten much focus for a while and got some really interesting stuff with Carol in her brain. One of the problems with this arc is that it takes so long before the X-Men actually go back to Genosha. In universe, it's not really that long, the book is just about to get really really busy, and they also have to wait till the big three mutant books are all available for the crossover, X-Tinction Agenda. It just makes the X-Men come across kinda negligent, which is unfortunate. Nowadays they would immediately release a followup miniseries about how Genosha changes, but that's just not an option when you have a handful of X-books and a crazy number of plots going on. That doesn't take away from this story in a vacuum, though, which is really good.

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Hello I would like to know why bc I love reading your takes (and the Tumblr in-blog tag search function is a dumpster fire on a good day).. if you’ve already made a post you can just link it, I’m super curious 👀

Okay this is a goddamn mess but I hope it is somewhat coherent.

So one of my biggest problems is that I don't think Donna should have gotten her memories back side-effect free. Like I love Donna's end, things can be heartbreaking and not happy for the characters and still be good. Like it feels like they wanted Catherine & David back because of ratings/streams etc. and I need a better reason. I LOVE Donna and I've said so on this blog but it feels so cheap.

And the reason why was so clunky. Like loving the recognition of a nonbinary Doctor but like the idea that they as women can like let go when 14 can’t because he’s male presenting? I just don’t understand. Not to mention I don't think Donna has ever let anything go in her life, and I love that about her. 

I do admit that I was sensitive to the whole getting your best friend back when my own died only a few months before. I'll own up to that personal bias but I do think it maybe just shouldn’t be done and characters’ stories don’t need to be undone after they’ve meant something. 

Another thing is bigeneration is stupid? Like why do we need 14 running around? Why does that need to be a thing? I don't care so much that it breaks tradition, it annoys me sure, but it pisses me off because there is no reason. And I hate the idea they can just use them whenever and also why would the current Doctor need to come back to earth if you have a full-blown regeneration of The Doctor with a TARDIS? ugh

Like I don't read this as a poignant story about healing. And fuck do I understand running on fumes. But I relate to 12 being tired and not wanting to carry on much more. Also like Donna's gonna die soon in terms of how long a regeneration can last. So is Rose. So why does this break heal them and not like Darillium? Why are those 24 years worth less?

Not to mention guarding the vault for 60ish years. I get no loved one outside of Nardole but like he did stay there and teach and watch over Missy. So like I just I don't even know. 

And the flippant listing of all the trauma? That’s supposed to be moving because they hang on Adric’s name?  Like I've talked about those a lot on this account and listed them but like I'm making a blog post so be better! Think of better ways to reference all the past The Doctor's pain, I appreciate them noting all of the trauma but it doesn't feel like it's really artfully dealing with it

Just vaguely alluding to The Doctor getting better for some reason now? like there is so much more wrapped up in dealing with millennia of trauma than just having a good friend.

They even say in Wild Blue Yonder that it will take a million years to get better!

Then you have the lines about family and being happy in the end of The Giggle

DOCTOR 14: I love them. But here we are, Grandad and all. Who'd have thought? I ended up with a family.

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DOCTOR 14: The funny thing is, I fought all those battles for all those years, and now I know what for. This. I've never been so happy in my life.

Like, do The Doctor's actual children and grandkids not count?

And the Ponds are similar to the Noble/Temples and they just do not count? And if they don't count, why?

Not to mention like all of the companions Ian & Barbara -> Yaz? Like why aren't they family?! So none of that time was as happy as this? Did The Doctor just not love all of those people as much as Donna?

We even have Sarah calling all 10's friends his family:

SARAH: You know, you act like such a lonely man. But look at you. You've got the biggest family on Earth. (Journey’s End)

It's frankly insulting to every person who's poured their heart and soul into this to say that only now he has a family and only now he's happier than ever before.

Only this character matters, and like I've literally written a post just about 10 & Donna's relationship and how singular it is, but that doesn't make her more important, it doesn't make her better than everyone else.

And I think 15 should have gotten classic regeneration moments and his own TARDIS interior. Like Yeah Ncuti Gatwa is killing it and many people were super excited about getting to see him for a full episode, it doesn’t mean that he shouldn’t gotten his own TARDIS interior!

And if you're going to have 14 stay on Earth WTF does he get a TARDIS? Like if you're going to say staying still is healing then make him stay!

Okay, that was too long but my brain is still buzzing. I've been a fan for most of my life and it's been a companion for many of my worst moments. So I know I'm overly emotional but I think there are parts that aren't good.

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I just finished The Name of The Doctor in my rewatch of all DW episodes before the 60th anniversary. Now granted, that episode as a whole is not good in my opinion. Its weird, doesn't make sense and adds a lot of plot holes, but even rewatching it, I get goosebumps when the Doctor is saving Clara from his timestream and we see the back of John Hurt's Doctor for the first time and then see him introduced right before the 50th anniversary special. I remember being so hyped to figure out who John Hurt was and that we were going to figure that out with Matt and David soon after. Which is why I am just as hyped to rewatch the 50th anniversary tomorrow.

So reflecting again on the Power of the Doctor, which I freaking loved and felt like it was my 60th anniversary with everyone who returned, I can't help but notice the absolute opposite feelings of excitement I have as we get closer to November. Seeing David show up in what should have been Ncuti's place after a beautiful regeneration seen with Jodie, confused me, angered me, and since has left me with little to no excitement for the specials. Its why I am not even mad that we are three months away with no more information than we had a year ago about them.

And to me that says a lot about what everyone was so afraid of about not having veteran actor play the Doctor in the special and having to figure out who they were during it would ruin it. That hapoened already. The 50th was learning who the War Doctor was and what his personality was and you are telling me we couldn't do that with Ncuti? Or hell, we could have wrapped up another mystery that the show had built up, like the Doctor in the Time War, and had Jo Martin be the one who regenerated from Jodie to learn more about the Fugutive Doctor. To me that is soo much more exciting and thrilling which is why again, I have no enthusiasm of the 60th specials. Especially because there is no mention of other Doctors showing up.

I hope I get proven wrong and like the PoTD we get to see everyone return and have Ncuti have a great introduction moment. But right now I am so meh about it, that I am holding onto the little I have left of my rewatch. Its really dissapointing.

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Day 11, Monday, 26 December

Boxing Day – is that name unique to Australia? Whenever it gets mentioned, there is nearly always an addendum ‘for the Australians present’ or similar.

Heather visited the doctor immediately after breakfast. There was not much she could do, but she did an examination and gave her some anti-inflammatories and a cold-pack to use.  Not a lot of help but the pain is preventing Heather participating in things so anything that helps at all is more than welcome.

I went ashore on Vega Island in the morning. It was a visit to a massive Adelie Penguin colony.  It was about a kilometre or more long and a couple of hundred metres wide on average, with hardly room for another penguin to fit.  There were thousands of chicks with most birds guarding two little balls of grey fluff.  They are all very cute, totally unafraid of us, but it really is life in the raw. Numerous Skuas and a few Kelp Gulls were constantly cruising, looking for prey and I saw a couple of chicks caught and eaten, almost in front of the parent birds.  Some people climbed a nearby mountain, but I returned to the ship when I had seen all there was to see.

After lunch, there was another landing, this time on Devil Island where the Brits had set up two small research huts in the 1950s. The better maintained one was gifted to Chile in the 1990s, but it is still not in good repair by any means. We were able to get into the other one and it is tiny.  I took a few photos, but the rooms are so small that I couldn’t get far enough away to take any photos that might prove useful.  It must have been dreadful for the guys who lived there, cramped up and snowed in for months at a time.  The part of the island we saw was littered with trash – garbage of all sorts simply everywhere.  There were also thousands of bones and pieces of bone, even most of a desiccated seal. Our guide said it was all the remains of animals killed for dog meat, but there must have been quite a lot of dogs eating at the top table for quite some time.  If all the bones were collected, they would have weighed tons. There was also a cross erected on a cairn with a model of Mary in a glass box in a small shrine just outside the hut, presumably to bolster the occupants’ optimism about surviving their ordeal.  There were also long thick steel ropes snaking away in several directions with one end securing the huts and the other ends wrapped and tied around huge boulders – in case the wind huffed and puffed and blew their house out to sea.

It was snowing when we were there, and it was getting heavier, so I returned to the zodiacs pretty soon and I think I was actually the first person back on board after the excursion.  I took the opportunity to do a bit of washing.  With my cold still pretty bad, having a supply of clean hankies is good so I have done several lots of hand washing, mainly undies and hankies, but the occasional shirt too.  I just hang them in the shower recess and they mostly dry overnight.

I was pretty cold when I got back on board so had a nice warm shower and Heather had one too.  Then we all had to have another RAT test.  Three people tested positive, including a couple from Canberra that we have hung out with a bit (David and Megan) – and there were two close contacts, so all are now in ISO.  The woman who originally tested positive got out of ISO two mornings later and for some reason, they reckon they are not going to do any more tests. Aurora certainly has some strange policies – but I think I discussed this earlier!  David actually tested negative, but as a close contact, he had to go into ISO – but not with Megan.  David is living with leukemia and needs to be very careful about any other health risks.

With all of this activity happening, it was a late dinner, but there was another lecture at 9.30pm.  It was by the woman (Nina) who did the historical lecture a couple of days ago and she is a brilliant storyteller.  She just speaks it as if she was there and it is so fluent and down-to-earth that you feel as if you are there yourself.  She also has a very quick wit and dry humour and had us all in fits of laughter.  She illustrated her talk about a very strange Swedish expedition that fragmented and realigned with the respective fragments and other rescuers in the most amazing coincidences with little figures, with people, dogs, ships and tents popping up and moving around the screen as she spoke, and we were almost rolling on the floor laughing at what was potentially a tragic story.  She is simply brilliant, and a storyteller par excellence.

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IMHO: David Tennant as 'the Bridge Doctor'; I think it was a good move. In this essay I will...

Talk at length about this whole thing, if invited.

For now, I will share main points, and if anyone wants more, you know what to do - it's tumblr. This isn't super long but I still hate taking up dash space, so:

I am inspired to write this because I watched this video ... ("The REAL Reason David Tennant is Back as Doctor Who" by Joe Brennan on Youtube). And I would like to politely add my own opinion, as I am one of the "nostalgic fanboys" mentioned in the video, but I also consider myself able to learn and change perspectives, as I highly value the adaptive nature of scientific research.

"The News" to which I am responding, is that David Tennant will play The Doctor, while we await Ncuti Gatwa who is working on another project. Some opinions are concerned this is too much fan service, despite "Tentwo" being somewhat of a placeholder, as Ncuti is presently too busy to film Who.

Key points of which I think when considering this move:

If you really have selected the perfect person for the role, wouldn't it make more long-term sense to hold their role for them while they make the necessary accommodations? I can surely say that if someone headhunted and offered to change my life with the role of a life time (though I think if it were my first role, I'd have another character in mind for myself, if I were able to make wishes haha) I sure would need to make some necessary adjustments!

Joining something as phenomenal and endless as Doctor Who has got to be one of the biggest honours in Sci-Fi, pop culture, etc, along with a number of other popular or obscure titles that have endured as long (I would like to nod to Star Trek, Star Wars, Red Dwarf). And adjusting one's life to accommodate filming such a title would take much preparation.

Personally I welcome the nostalgic nod to the anniversary with the 'Fan service doctor'. Sometimes, when able to show growth through throw-back, nostalgia is okay, for a moment. In a world where the nostalgeneration (my term, anyone a fan?) who watched our parents fear the technology then integrate it into our entire society. The millennials were the ones who grew up riding bikes then couldn't afford our own cars, so please give us a break when we get excited to see hopeful faces from our upbringing, or at least me, if I am alone in this feeling.

I was promised success upon completion of school, then failed school, over and over and over. But I have fond memories of watching Doctor Who with my mother, who remembered it a bit growing up, despite not being an avid Sci-fi fan.

I could explain my points further, except I am attempting to practice sleep hygiene and it's already past my bed time, so I must away.

I think it's okay to take a breather with some gentle nostalgia to celebrate a monolithic anniversary, so that we can say that we didn't miss that huge milestone, but still keep the role open for the perfect next candidate.

Personally, I'd rather wait for the dream role than rush into an ill-suited one. Sure would help the wait, knowing what's at the end of the tunnel, but at this point, I'm not even sure what I'm 'waiting on' any more. And I'm determined to make this waiting room as interesting as possible - when the main quest is out of reach, do side-quests! I just hope the main quest becomes clear again soon, even if I have to write the dang code myself, lol.

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The Past is Back: Part 2

Characters: Jamie Reagan X Reader, Danny Reagan, Jackie Curatola, Renzulli, Erin Reagan, Frank Reagan, Henry Reagan, Linda Reagan, Nikki Reagan, Jack Reagan, Sean Reagan, Jake (OMC- Mentioned), Doctor

Word Count: 3700

Warning: Language, Angst, Talk about past Domestic Violence, Character injury’s, Character Death, Upset Jamie, Upset Reader, 

A/N: PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!!! PLEASE DON NOT READ IF YOU THINK IT WILL TRIGGER YOU! I don’t want to upset anyone.

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The Past is Back: Part 1

-Jamie-

“12 David, we have a 10-52 A, Female in distress. She is currently hiding in her closet from a male suspect.” The radio came to life, causing Jamie and Renzulli to rush back to the squad car.

“12 David to central we’re in route.” Renzulli called back as Jamie started the car. Renzulli looked at the computer before addressing Jamie. “Jamie. Isn’t this Y/n’s house?”

Jamie looked at the screen, his eyes were filled with shock. He didn’t say anything as he turned on the sirens and drove as quickly as he could to get to your house. When they pulled up Danny and Jackie were already out of their car, heading towards your home.

“Danny what’s going on?” Jamie called to him as they stepped out of their cars.

“It’s Jake.” He looked between Jamie and Renzulli. Jamie tensed up instantly when he heard your ex’s name. “You guys take the back; Jackie and I have the front.”

“Got it. Let’s go Reagan.” Renzulli bumped Jamie on the arm, pulling him out of his daze.

Renzulli was already walking around your house to the back, Jamie quickly followed behind. His heart was racing. How did he find you? What was he doing here? There were so many questions floating around in his head as he approached the back door. Renzulli pulled the door open for Jamie. He quickly made his way to the front where he heard Danny and Jackie yelling. He wasn’t prepared for what he saw as he rounded the corner.

When Danny and Jackie got to your front door, Danny gave her a look after seeing that the door was open. As his hand came up to push the door open there was a crashing sound. They quickly went through the door, making their way to the main area. When they got there, they saw you pinned up against the wall, you were barely conscious and Jake with the gun to your chest.

“Police! Drop The Gun!”

Danny and Jackie had their guns pointed at Jake. He looked over as he moved his finger to the trigger. Both Jackie and Danny noticed this, but Danny was quicker at pulling the trigger. As soon as the bullet hit its target, he dropped. Releasing you from his hold. As you started falling to the ground, Jamie rounded the corner to see you going down. He slid down to his knees to catch you, not caring about the glass that was cutting him up.

“Y/n!” He was cradling your head, trying to get you to open your eyes. “Come on Y/n. Open your eyes baby please.”

Danny dropped down next to you and Jamie. He could see that you were still breathing, which was a good sign. The not waking up, wasn’t. Jackie ran outside when she heard the ambulance sirens, coming back a few seconds later with the paramedics. They quickly came to your aid. Danny and Jamie needed to step away, but Jamie didn’t want to let you go. One of the paramedics had to cradle your head as Renzulli pulled Jamie back from you.

Danny had walked outside to call Linda, he wanted to make sure that she was the one who caught you when you got to the hospital.

“Hello.”

“Linda, I need you to do something for me.” She could hear something different in his voice.

“Danny what’s wrong?” “It’s Y/n. She is coming into the hospital; they are loading her into the ambulance as we speak. Jamie is riding with her; his knees are cut up pretty bad too. Linda, she’s not waking up.” Now there was no hiding the fact that he was starting to cry. “I need you to be there to help her. Please help her.”

“Oh my god.” She was in shock but was quickly able to recover. “Danny, I will, I will do everything I can okay. You need to call your dad and let him know. I have to go. I love you. I promise that I will be with her as soon as she gets here.”

“Thank you, Linda. I love you too.”

Once he hung up with Linda, He was already making his next few calls. He was able to finish them quickly, before getting Jackie and driving to the hospital.

“Danny, I need to tell you something.”

“What is it, Jackie?” He looked at her for a split second before going back to the road.

“Last week when I had to go back to the locker room, I saw Y/n.” She was looking down at her hands, she felt guilty for not saying anything to him when it happened. “I saw that she had bruises on her back and her hip.”

“What?! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I asked her about them, and she told me that she fell in her tub. I didn’t want to assume anything. Especially since she was dating Jamie. I know he wouldn’t do that to her. I’m sorry.”

The rest of the car ride was in an uncomfortable silence. When they arrived, they quickly looked for Jamie and Renzulli. They found them in one of the rooms, Jamie was on the bed getting his knees bandaged.

“Jamie, where is she?”

“Linda took her. They said something about surgery.”

“Did they say anything else?”

“No. They wanted to get things taken care of quick. Everything was moving so fast that I didn’t catch all of it.”

A little while later Frank came through the doors, Henry and Erin followed shortly behind. They found Danny and Jamie quickly.

“What happened?”

“Y/n called me, and she was hiding in her closet because Jake was in her house. She was supposed to call me right back after she called 911, but she didn’t. When we got there, he had a gun to her chest, and she had blood dripping down her face.” Danny ran his hands down his face, trying not to cry again. “Jamie couldn’t get her to wake up. I had to get out of there, I couldn’t see her like that.”

Over the years, you had become like a little sister to both Danny and Erin. Even Frank saw you as a daughter. You had spent so much time with them that they practically welcomed you into the family. Even before you and Jamie were a couple. You didn’t have any family left. You lost your father in the line of duty, and you lost your mother when you were a teenager.

So, when you met the Reagan’s, they welcomed you in with open arms. Danny was the one that introduced you to the rest of the Reagan bunch. You immediately hit it off with all of them. Jamie more so than the rest. Ever since then you have been inseparable from them.

“Oh my God…” Erin brought her hand up to her face and sank into a chair next to Jamie.

“Where is that son of a bitch?!” Henry was looking around the hospital.

“He’s dead.”

“Good.”

Frank pulled Jamie and Danny aside to talk to them about what has been going on. Neither of them could really tell him anything. Jamie told him about the conversation that the two of you had the night before. Danny told him about what Jackie told him, but that was really all of the information that they had.

Renzulli went back to work but told Jamie and Danny to keep him updated on your condition. Everyone sat down in the waiting room for you to come out of surgery. They were all getting nervous the longer they had to sit there. It was quite a few hours later before a doctor came out to the waiting room.

“Y/n Y/Ln’s family.”

Jamie stepped up to the doctor with his family standing up together behind him.

“I’m Jamie, Y/n is my girlfriend. She doesn’t have any family left. We are the closest thing she has to one.” He turned and gestured towards the wall of Reagans behind him.

“Okay, Jamie. We were able to clean up the side of her head where it looks a glass bottle broke and shattered on her head. We initially thought she would need surgery, but it wasn’t as bad as we initially thought. Now we did a CT scan of her brain, to make sure she didn’t have a concussion. Unfortunately, she wasn’t so lucky in that department.”

Jamie was going through so many emotions at this point. He promised you that nothing would happen to you. He had failed you. He had tears coming from his eyes, he ran his hands through his hair and left them at the top of his head.

Danny came up to try and calm his brother down. He put his arm around Jamie’s shoulder before turning to the doctor. “What happens now? Is he able to see her?”

“I want to keep her for at least three days. The next forty-eight hours are critical, and I want to keep her the extra day just to monitor her and make sure everything stays on track. She needs a lot of rest right now. I can allow you to go and sit with her, but she isn’t awake right now. We are hoping that she will wake up within the next hour or so.”

“She’s not awake yet?” Jamie’s voice was wavering, he was trying so hard not to cry.

“No, she’s not.” The doctor sighed, she didn’t want to upset Jamie or anyone else more than she already has. “How about I take you to see her?”

Jamie nodded his head before letting go of Danny. He followed the doctor down the hall to the ICU. Before getting to your room, the doctor stopped Jamie. He looked down at her with a confused look.

“I need you to mentally prepare yourself. I don’t want you to be shocked when you see her. She has bandages on her head. There are bruises and cuts all over her body. I wish that I could make all of it go away but I can’t.”

Jamie looked away from her and sighed. He was trying to compose himself, but all he could think about was how he had failed to protect you from Jake.

“Whenever you are ready Jamie, we will go inside.”

“I’m ready.” After a few seconds he spoke up.

Even with him trying to mentally prepare he wasn’t ready to see you like that. Once his eyes landed on you, it just broke him down even more. You looked so fragile with the bandages, tubes and wires that were connected to you. He grabbed one of the chairs from the side of the room and pulled it close as he could to your bed. He hesitantly grabbed your hand, not wanting to hurt you. Once he had your hand in his, he placed his elbows on your bed and the dam that was holding back his tears broke. He brought your hand up to his face and kissed it, then he pressed his forehead to your hand.

He stayed there for hours, just waiting for you to wake up. Once the tears were gone, slowly he started falling asleep himself. He didn’t remember falling asleep, but he woke up to someone running their fingers through his hair.

“Jamie…” a soft voice broke the silence.

He opened his eyes to see you looking down at him. He got up quickly, making sure that he didn’t hurt you.

“Hey. You’re awake. Are you feeling, okay?”

“Yeah, I mean I have a headache, but I think I’m okay.”

“Are you sure, I can get Linda or the doctor.”

“No. I’m okay…” You looked down at your hands, a few tears started falling down your cheek. “Jamie, I… I need to apologize to you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do. I was distant, cold, I was lying to you, and everyone. Then I went and broke your heart.” You were fully crying now. “I was trying to keep you safe. I didn’t want him to come after you or your family. I know it was a stupid thing to do but I didn’t want any of you to get hurt.”

“You have nothing to apologize for. You were trying to protect us. Sweetheart, you didn’t have to do that. I not going to lie I was upset that broke up with me, but thinking about it that was just to protect me, wasn’t it?”

“I had to do it; I didn’t want to. I am in love with you, but I just needed you to stay away from me for your own safety. I couldn’t let him hurt you. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere. I’m absolutely, head over heels in love with you. Nothing is going to stop me from being with you. Not even your crazy ex-boyfriend.”

He gently wiped the tears away before placing a hand on the side of your face. You leaned into his touch, placing a hand over his. He leaned down pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“So where does that leave us?”

“What do you mean?

“Do you still want to be my boyfriend? I know that sounds like a stupid question since we both just told the other that we are in love with the other. You can be in love with someone and not be with them. I don’t want to do that, but I would completely understand if you didn’t want to be with me though. I have done terrible and stupid things over the last few months, but the worst thing I did was break up with you. He was there that night watching us and he was threating you. I… I… I couldn’t risk him hurting you.” You couldn’t stop the words from coming out like word vomit. Your voice was frantic, and you were trying to make it even out, but it wasn’t working.

Jamie was just standing there in shock that you would even ask him that.

“Y/n, I need you to listen to me. I love you. I want to be with you. I can’t go through my life without you in it. I’m not giving you up that easy.”

You stared into his eyes; you could see that he was being genuine. Your tears started falling harder. You pulled him down into a hug, not caring how bad it hurt you. Pulling back slightly to look at him once again, before kissing him.

“I think I probably should get the doctor to let them know your awake. Then I need to go tell everyone. They are probably losing it by now.” Jamie said after pulling away enough to place his forehead on yours.

“Okay.”

He stayed there a little bit longer, giving you another kiss. Then pulling away and leaving the room. He moved to the nurse’s station, finding Linda there. Letting her know that you were awake. She quickly got the doctor. Jamie waited until Linda and the doctor went into your room before going out to the waiting room. All of his family was still there, with Nikki, Jack and Sean joining the group.

“Is she okay?” Erin was the first to spot Jamie.

“Yea, she says her head hurts but she’s okay.” Everyone let out sighs of relief. “Thank you, guys, for being here for her. I don’t know how I would have managed all of this if you guys weren’t here.”

They all just looked at each other before surrounding Jamie in a family hug. All of them looked up when they heard a voice behind them.

“What about me?”

Linda was standing behind them with her arms crossed. Everyone let go and Jamie walked over to Linda. Pulling her into a tight hug.

“Thank you. I’m glad you were the one who to help her. I don’t know what I would have done if I lost her.”

“Hey, she’s okay and she’s not going anywhere.” She pulled back a little, not breaking the hug. “It’s my job to help and take care of people. Besides, she is family. I would do anything for her, you, or anyone of those troublemakers over there. You don’t have to thank me for that.”

“Well… Thank you for being there for her when I couldn’t.”

“You should go back in there; she’s asking for you.”

“I’m going.” He had a big smile on his face when he let go of her to get back to you.

A little while after Jamie got back into your room there was as knock on the door. Both of you looked over to see Danny standing in the doorway.

“What’s up Danny?”

“Can I talk to you for just a second?”

“Yeah.” Jamie got up and walked over to Danny. “What’s going on?

“I have to talk to Y/n. I need to get her statement. I want to get it done and over with so that she can put it behind her and not have to think about it. She can just rest and not have to worry about him anymore.” He talked in a low whisper so that only Jamie could hear.

“No matter what happens she will remember that asshole for the rest of her life. Please don’t push her to do this right now.”

“I’m not going to push her. Why would you think that?”

“Danny, you don’t have the softest approach when it comes to things like this.”

“Wow. Thanks Jamie.” Danny moved around Jamie over to you.

“Hey.” He was standing next to your bed.

“Hi Danny.”

“I need to talk to you. Only if you’re up for it thought.”

“I’m guessing that I have to make my statement now. I have to ask…” You looked down at your hands, rubbing them together like you were nervous.

“What’s that?”

“Can Jackie take my statement?”

You couldn’t look at him. The things that Jack did; it was going to be hard enough to talk about it. You don’t want Danny to look at you any different after hearing what happened. For that same reason you didn’t want Jamie in the room either.

“Y/n… Yeah, I can get her.” You could hear the hurt in his voice as he sent a quick message to Jackie. You could tell that he was thinking that you didn’t trust him.

“Can it be just her?” you said in a quieter voice.

“You don’t want Jamie in the room?” He stepped a little closer to you, keeping this conversation quiet.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I need to do this without him here. I won’t be able to tell her everything if he’s here.”

You were holding back tears at this point. Danny leaned over, carefully pulling you into a hug. You held onto him, just letting it all out. You didn’t even hear Jackie come into the room.

“Y/n?” You pulled back from Danny to look up. You only saw worry in all of their eyes. You wiped your eyes on your hands, then you looked to Jackie. Danny got up and walked over to the two of them. Talking to them in a whisper.

“Thanks Jackie. She wants you to take the statement, and she wants to do it alone.” He looked to Jamie.

“What?!” Jamie spoke a little loud causing you to jump slightly. Instantly regretting it once he saw the way you reacted.

“Jamie, she needs to be able to talk freely. She can’t do that with her boyfriend in the room. She will tell you what happened when she’s ready, but for now don’t push this.” Without saying another word, Jamie walked out.

“Go after him.” Jackie put a hand on his shoulder before walking to you.

Danny looked back at you one last time before following his brother out of the room. You didn’t want Jamie to be upset with you. You felt bad enough with everything that you did, this was just the icing on the cake. You pulled your legs up towards your chest, wrapping your arms around them. You didn’t care how much it hurt, you deserved it for all of the pain you had caused Jamie the last couple of months.

“Y/n?” You looked up to see Jackie moving to the chair that Jamie had been previously sitting in.

“Jackie… I messed up, didn’t I?”

“No. No you didn’t.” She placed her hand on your arm. “Jamie will be fine. He just wants to be here for you.”

“But I made him leave.” You dropped your head back onto your knees.

“If you didn’t, I would have. I know that this is already going to be hard for you to talk to me about and I’m one of your friends. I couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to have your boyfriend hear what happened to you.”

You looked over at her, she has sympathy in her eyes and written all over her face. You put your forehead back on your knees, trying to calm yourself down. A few seconds later you felt Jackie’s hand lightly touch your arm.

“Honey, I know this is going to be hard, but we can go as slow as you need to go. Okay?”

You nodded, then you picked up your head, wiping the tears off of your face and looked at her. You started telling her all of the events that have happened over the last few months leading up to today. You told her that you had saved all of the text messages that he had sent to you. You even made sure to take photos of yourself every time something happened to you. You gave her your phone as evidence.

Not once did you feel like she was judging you for the trauma you had gone through. You felt safe telling her everything. You let everything out, and when you were done it felt like a huge weight was lifted off of your shoulders. You were finally able to breath. You were tired, you felt drained from all of the talking, but now that it was out there, and this is completely over…

You feel finally free…

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Germs [Reid x Reader]

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Summary: Reader is sure the resident BAU genius doesn’t like her, but she’s not sure why. But even if he did like her, he’s a germaphobe, so he wouldn’t be comfortable with the things she wants to do to him...would he?

Pairing: Spencer Reid / (Female) Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Rating: Mature 

Category: Fluff and Smut 

Content Warning: Brief mentions of torture and violence, usually criminal minds stuff, nothing explicit. Light choking, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, fingering, language (maybe?) 

A/n: I have come out of fan fiction writing retirement for this one. Let me know what y’all think!  masterlist

y/n - your name

y/l/n - your last name

italicized text is Reader’s sassy inner thoughts

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I’m not sure if I believe in hell, but if there is a hell, I’m sure it feels exactly like Louisiana in July. Every time I walked outside I felt like I was walking into soup. Gross. I couldn’t help but feel guilty over my sigh of relief when I walked back into the local precinct the team was currently working out of. Young women are dying, and I’m worried about a little bit of heat.

But, fuck, it was hot.

Speaking of heat, I thought as I threw open the door to the conference room only to run smack into the hottest thing I’d ever encountered.

“Shit,” I exclaimed before I thought better of it. “I’m so sorry.” I ran my eyes up, up, up, all the way up his body until I met his eyes; those beautiful honey brown eyes that threatened to have me acting like an idiot if I stared into them for too long.  

Dr. Spencer Reid’s cheeks were tinged pink, his posture stiff, his fingers clutching the file he was carrying for dear life. “Don’t worry about it, Y/n,” he sounded uncomfortable, which made my stomach drop. “My fault.” With that, he quickly maneuvered around me and headed off to complete whatever genius task he had to complete.

My eyes followed him until he was out of sight before I mentally shook myself. ‘C’mon, this is pointless,’ I thought. ‘He doesn’t even like you.’ Which I really thought was true, the good doctor went out of his way to avoid me whenever possible. ‘Plus, he’s a germaphobe.’ This thought was confirmed true. He didn’t shake people’s hands, the only people I’d seen him touch during my time at the BAU were members of the team that he’d known for years, and some of those even seemed reluctant.

Admittedly, I didn’t know a lot about germaphobia; since I couldn’t ask the only genius I knew, I did the next logical thing. I googled it. Every person I’d read about seemed to experience germaphobia differently. Some people could have sex, but others were grossed out by the very idea. Knowing my luck, Spencer Reid and his beautiful hands, and his soulful eyes, and his cheekbones that could cut glass was in the repulsed by sex category. Which is fine! Right, it is fine to not be interested in sex; the only problem was I was very interested in every part of him.  

Maybe he thinks I’m gross. Maybe I stink? Maybe he’s just repulsed by my very presence. Regardless, I couldn’t see Spencer Reid ever shoving me against a wall and fucking me senseless.

I sighed, making my way over to the conference table, pulling out a chair before I flopped into it. I could feel the exhaustion settling into my bones. We had been in Louisiana for almost a week now and we were still no closer to finding our unsub. He was a white man, he worked in a lower-paying job, and he hated women. Obviously, that didn’t narrow it down much.

The unsub was targeting women in clubs and bars, following them outside before he bashed them on the back of the head. After that, he threw the girls over his shoulder and took them to his car; he moved them to a secondary location before he tortured them. The first two victims had survived. They were traumatized, but they were fighters; they both said the same things, ‘he kept my eyes covered the entire time,’ “I never saw his face,’ ‘I did whatever he told me to do.’

We thought the killing of the third victim had been an accident, but that accident had excited our guy enough that he changed his ritual; the killing was crucial now. We had 4 bodies, 2 live victims that couldn’t tell us anything, and no leads.

Sighing, I leaned forward, bringing the heels of my hands to my eyes. I hated feeling helpless. The answer to who this fucker was is in this evidence somewhere and I will find it. If it’s the last thing I do.

The doors swung open again, pulling me from my thoughts. Hotch lead the parade of people, followed by Morgan, JJ, and Dr. Reid. Our unit chef looked gravely serious…not that that necessarily meant anything, in the 6 months I’d been with the behavioral analysis unit I hadn’t seen him have any other expression.

Morgan pulled out his phone, hitting what I suspected was speed dial number 1. “Hey baby girl,” he said, without his usual swagger; even he was tired. “You’re on speaker. You’ve got me, Hotch, JJ, Reid, and Y/l/n.”

“And I have the always wonderful Emily Prentiss, and the dashing David Rossi on the line, effectively putting my favorite people together again, as they should be,” Garcia quipped. I don’t think she meant to include me in her list of ‘favorite people,’ but it made me smile anyway. “Okay, crime fighters, what’s the play?”

“We’re still no closer to finding the unsub,” Hotch began. “He’s highly organized, methodical, and paranoid; but he hasn’t killed in 3 days, this is a break from his escalation pattern. He’s going to strike soon.” Hotch leaned over resting his palms on the shiny fake wood of the conference table. “Our best chance is to send an agent out there as bait.” There was a general murmur of agreement before he continued on. “Garcia, we need you to find all of the night clubs, bars, and whatever else you can think of in the updated comfort zone.”

The sound of keys clicking made its way through the speaker. “Assuming we’re excluding the places he’s already hit, that leaves us with 3 possibilities.”

“So far he hasn’t struck a place twice,” Prentiss chimed in. “Do we think he’s going to hold to that pattern?”

Reid moved over to the board where the map of the county was displayed. “I think so. This guy is too careful to risk going to a place where he’s been before. The chance of him being recognized is too great, especially when everyone is on high alert.” He gestured to the area he had circled on the map. “His pattern seems to be focusing in on this center point right here,” he said, placing a pin in the map. “This area means something. Garcia, what is the closest club or bar to the intersection of Washington Avenue and Harrison Street?”

“That would beeeeee…The Blue Fox.”

“That’s where he’ll be,” Dr. Reid said confidently, his eyes moving to Hotch’s face.

The older man nodded. “It’s our best lead so far, we have to run with it.”

“It’s Friday night,” Rossi pointed out. “We’ll have to act soon.”

Hotch nodded, seeming to be lost in thought. “We need to send agents in there tonight. We know the victims were all on dates or flirting with a man right before their abduction. He targets women that are happy with their companions then waits til he can separate them.”

“Who are you planning on sending in, Hotch?’ JJ questioned.

“Y/l/n is the youngest, she fits the build of the previous victims the best.” His heavy gaze rested on me. “What do you think?”

Like it was even a choice. “I’m in.”

Hotch nodded, accepting my answer. “Good. You’ll partner with Reid.”

“What?!” I squawked, much to my embarrassment. I cleared my throat before I continued. “But, Reid and I…I just thought Morgan would be the obvious choice.” Fuck, I’m just digging a bigger hole.

Morgan gave me an easy smile. “You’re just saying that because you wanna see my moves, little mama.”

Hotch cleared his throat, bringing our attention back. “Morgan is too intimidating; the unsub might not move in if he feels too threatened. You’ll go with Reid.” When he was met with silence he continued on, “alright, let’s get to work.”

-

And that is how I wound up in a club in Louisiana on a Friday night, in a tight black dress, with Spencer Reid beside me. After he walked into the club holding my hand. He doesn’t hold hands, I cringed internally at the thought. He must feel so uncomfortable.

He waved the bartender over, ordering a drink for me and a water for himself before turning to me. “I thought a drink would loosen you up a bit. You look nervous.”

I am nervous. “Right. Thanks.” I drummed my fingers on the bar, my gaze sweeping around the club for anyone who seemed out of place and especially creepy. Most lone men at clubs and bars were creepy, but we need especially creepy.

“Is that because you don’t think I can have your back?”

My head snapped back around. “What?”

Spencer paused to accept the drinks from the bartender, sliding him the money. “In the conference room. You seemed upset that Morgan wasn’t going to be your partner,” he stated matter-of-factly. “Is that because you think I wouldn’t have your back?”

Fuck. I blushed to the roots of my hair. “No, Spencer! God no! It’s not that, I know you’d have my back.” I took a sip of my drink before I said anything else. “It’s just that…you don’t seem to like me very much, and I know you have a thing about germs, and I thought maybe that’s why you didn’t like me.” I was babbling; I was absolutely babbling. “I just didn’t want you to be uncomfortable, that’s all. Morgan has never seemed uncomfortable around me, so…” I trailed off lamely.

The corners of his lips quirked up in amusement. “So, you didn’t want to partner with me on this because you didn’t want me to be uncomfortable?”

I nodded, fidgeting with the straw in my drink.

Spencer moved closer to me, his right hand coming to rest on the small of my back. He seemed as calm as he could be, meanwhile I suddenly had trouble breathing.

It’s for the case. He has to do this for the case. Calm down.

"What do my issues with germs have to do with this?" he wondered, leaning closer to me. I could feel his breath on my neck; my skin broke out in goosebumps.

Double fuck. “Well, we’re supposed to be…together. And you think I’m gross. What if you have to kiss me?” TRIPLE FUCK. “Not that we’d have to kiss,” I tried to backpedal. “But we might, you never know. And I just didn’t…I don’t want you to dislike me more than you do.”

The teasing smile slipped from his face, the fingers on my lower back flexing slightly. He regarded me with a tilt of his head. "You're serious?" At my shaky nod, he continued. "Y/n, I don't think you're gross."

“You don’t?” I squeaked.

He lifted his hand from my back then, sliding it up to my shoulder, his free hand moving from the bar to rest on my hip. Spencer brushed my hair back before he leaned forward. Slowly, slowly, slowly, I felt his lips touch the tender skin of my neck. My eyes fluttered shut, unable to suppress a gasp at the contact. Spencer Reid’s beautiful lips slid down to the place where my neck and shoulder met, then I felt his teeth nip the skin before he placed another kiss there. He worked his way back up towards my ear, the hand on my hip moving slightly so he was almost grabbing my ass. “I don’t think you’re gross,” he breathed, causing me to shudder. I could hear the smirk in his voice. “Germs don’t bother me in that way, especially around people I know. I wouldn’t have a problem kissing you, baby.”

I was going to need new panties after this. Spencer Reid, awkward, sweet, Dr. Spencer Reid just called me Baby.

“…Oh.” Really, y/n. Oh; you went with oh?

The good doctor pulled back, his face close enough to mine that I could see that he had freckles under his eyes and that those beautiful eyes got more golden towards the center. "Oh."

-

Michael Watkins was the name of our unsub. He was a short white man with a receding hairline and a bad temper. His last relationship had ended 3 months before the first attack; Spencer was right to pick this bar. Shortly after he tried to make my pussy combust with his neck kisses, Reid suggested I walk to the bathroom, assuring me he’d be watching if anyone followed.

Watkins’ hand was in my hair, dragging me outside before I made it to the ladies’ room. I felt a jolt of fear as I struggled to escape, strands of hair being ripped from my head. I shouldn’t have worried, because no sooner had the outside door opened than I heard the velvety voice of Derek Morgan. “FBI! Put your hands where we can see them.”

He attempted to run. Why would anyone try to run from Derek Morgan?  

After the medics confirmed I was okay, I was sent back to the hotel while the rest of the team went with the local police to book Watkins and try to get a full confession.

“Good work,” Hotch said, his hand clapping down on my shoulder.

The highest praise I’ll ever need.

I hopped into the shower right when I got back to my room, not wanting Watkins’ touch on me for a moment longer.

Spencer’s touch, however,…That was a touch I wouldn’t mind having on me. But he’d barely looked at me once he made it outside. I knew he was being affectionate in there because of the case, we were playing a role. I knew that. I still couldn’t stop the twinge of hurt I felt.

But he doesn’t think I’m gross. That had to count for something.

I had just got done blow drying my hair enough so that it wouldn’t look too crazy when I woke up when there was a knock on my door. Figuring it was Emily, I didn't consider the fact that I was in my pajamas, and my face was scrubbed free of makeup.  

It wasn’t Emily. Spencer Reid stood on the other side of my door, his eyes running down my body before he met my bewildered stare again. “You look comfy,” he commented with that damn little smile on his lips again.

“Oh. Yeah. I took a shower.” Way to go, y/n, you’re really killing it tonight.

“I see that,” he said, his cheeks going a little bit pink. “Can I come in? I thought we should talk.” Was he nervous? Why would he be nervous?

I ushered him in, shutting the door behind him. He sat on the bottom edge of my bed; his body angled towards the headboard. I briefly debated about where to sit before I joined him. Don’t make it weird, y/n.

He cleared his throat before he began. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable tonight. I just wanted to make sure we got the guy.”

Right. “Oh, it’s okay, Spencer. I get it. I wasn’t uncomfortable.” I picked at the frayed edge of my sleep shorts, my eyes dropping so he didn’t see anything on my face that betrayed how I was feeling; you can’t be too careful around profilers.

His hand reached out to cover my own fidgeting hands, one of his hands covering both of mine. His hands were so big. His fingers were so long, the veins in his hands were so pronounced. I bet those fingers would feel really – FOCUS.

“I’m also sorry you thought I didn’t like you.” His thumb had started to move slowly over the back of my hand. “I do like you. I like you a lot, actually. I just…” I brought my gaze back up to meet his eyes. “I just get nervous sometimes.”

“You didn’t seem nervous in the club.”

“No,” he chuckled. “I wasn’t nervous then because it was my job. I wasn’t worried about misreading a signal…doing the wrong thing…I’m not the best with social cues.” I had noticed that about him before. “But I am a really good profiler.” And he’s humble too, apparently.

“I know that you couldn’t fake your reaction to me in the club. Your breathing became quicker, I felt your pulse jump under my lips when they were on your neck. I saw how blown your pupils got." He shifted closer to me then, bringing his other hand up to push my hair behind my shoulder like he did earlier in the night. "Just like they are now."

He leaned closer to me, his voice was lower, and it made my stomach flutter. "You're clenching your thighs together, Y/n. Your shirt may be baggy, but I can see how hard your nipples are too." His tongue ran out to wet his lips. "If I'm wrong, just tell me now. If I've misread this, I will leave right now, and we can pretend this never happened." Spencer brought both his hands up to cradle my face; despite how wet my panties were, how tight my nipples are, how badly I wanted him to touch me, this gesture made me feel special. He was holding me like he actually cared about me like I was precious. "But, if I'm not wrong, and you want this too, Y/n, tell me. Tell me you want this too and I won't stop touching you until you scream my name."

I let out a soft whimper then. Like it’s a choice. “I want this,” I leaned into his touch. “Please, Spencer.”

His thumb brushed over my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. “Please, what, baby?”

“Kiss me.”

No sooner had the words left my mouth than his lips were on mine. His lips were softer than I imagined, they were firm and almost…questioning. When I nipped at his bottom lip, something seemed to break free inside of him. His lips slanted over mine with a hunger I had never felt. His tongue ran over my bottom lip before I opened for him. Spencer’s tongue moved into my mouth while his hands moved; one hand moved back to grip my hair at the base of my skull, tugging firmly, the other moved down to my neck, not applying any pressure, just resting it there in a gesture that felt possessive.

The need for oxygen broke us apart, his lips moving across my cheek to my jaw, then down to my neck. “How could you think I didn’t like you?” he mumbled into my skin. “You have no idea what you do to me. None.”

I threw my head back when he sucked on my pulse point, a moan ripping from my throat. “W-what…what do I do?”

Pulling back from me, he gripped the bottom of my shirt, looking at me for consent before he pulled it over my head. His eyes were firmly on my chest, his lips parted, his breathing heavy. He pushed me down slowly on the bed; I was on my back and he was hovering over me. I felt his mouth place hot, wet, kisses from my collarbone down towards my breasts. His right hand landed on my breast, his thumb brushing back and forth over my nipple while his lips moved closer and closer to my left. I tangled my hands in his hair, urging him forward.

“You want to know what you do to me?” he raised his head slightly, making sure my eyes were on him when he flicked his tongue over my nipple, causing me to gasp. “What do you do to me in your little skirts, with your little smiles, and your little laughs?” He gave my nipple a sharp pinch. “You’re all I fucking think about, y/n.” With a growl, he finally took my nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his teeth and tongue. He switched to the other breast while he adjusted himself over me, bringing his pelvis down to rest at the seam of my body between my thighs. I shifted restlessly under him, trying to grind my pussy against him. He was so fucking hard.

With a groan, he lifted his head and started kissing his way towards the middle of my chest, moving down to the curve of my stomach. “Do you know how many times I came back to my hotel room after spending all day with you and was so hard I had to cum before I could think of anything else?” he peppered kisses down my body as he spoke.

My eyes shot open at this confession that he seemed to think was no big deal. “What?” I couldn’t believe this. “You…you touched yourself and thought of…”

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my shorts and panties, taking my raised hips as an invitation to remove both from my body. "You. I thought of you." He threw my clothes on the floor, pulling my legs open. His eyes moved over all of me, his Adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed hard. “I thought about kissing you. About making you squirm for me.” He ran his fingers up and down my thighs, his mouth running slowly over my inner thighs. Spencer’s hands hooked around my upper thighs, moving me to where he wanted me. “But, most of all, I thought about this pretty pussy.” He placed a kiss on my clit, chuckling at the wanton moan that came from me and how my fingers tangled in his soft brown curls. “I thought about all the different ways I could make this pretty pussy cum all over me.” With that, he ran his tongue up my slit before flicking it over my clit.

Dr. Spencer Reid was good at everything, so of course, he was good at this too. His mouth moved over me, watching my reaction to see what I liked best. His tongue moved in circles around my clit before slipping down to my opening. His tongue plunged inside me, fucking me, while his thumb came over to rub my clit.

“Spence- fuck- Spencer, please.” My hips tried to shift restlessly, but his arms were iron bars holding me still. He slowly moved his left forearm to rest across my hips, bringing his right hand down to my throbbing pussy. He pulled his mouth away from me, much to my dismay. He pushed one finger, then another into me. My head thrashed wildly, and my thighs started to shake. “Spencer!”

He just smirked and curled his fingers, hitting the spot inside me that made everything in my body pulse. “What, baby?”

My breaths were coming in gasps, my voice was a needy whimper. “Make me cum, Spencer. Please, please make me cum.”

He needed no other encouragement. His fingers continued their steady thrust in and out of me while his mouth covered my clit again. He alternated between flicking my clit with his tongue, then circling it before pulling it into his mouth, sucking lightly.

“Spencer.” I felt my orgasm rising. “Spencer don’t- don’t stop. I’m gonna cum, please make me cum.”

He kept his pace steady, sucking on my clit, moaning at my words. His eyes had been closed, but at that moment they opened and met mine. Then I felt his teeth ghost over my clit, I saw the want in his eyes. That was my undoing. My back arched, my mouth hung open in a silent scream. I heard myself say his name over and over again. Spencer pushed his fingers inside me, massaging me through the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. With one final kiss on my oversensitive clit, he withdrew his fingers, putting them into his mouth to suck my orgasm off of them.

He kissed back up my body, and I tried to respond, but I was still so shattered. I had never felt anything so powerful before. He cupped my face in one hand and kissed me slowly. I returned the kiss, moving my hands to the buttons of his shirt.

Spencer broke the kiss, pulling back to look at me again. “Hang on, baby.” His hand came up to still my own. “We can take a second. It’s okay. Just breathe.”

This beautiful man smiled at me then. I felt my heart flutter when he leaned down to pepper soft kisses along my jaw, his thumb coming up to wipe a tear that fell from the corner of my eye that I hadn’t even noticed.

I don’t know how long we stayed like that. He shifted to lay beside me, whispering reassurances to me while I came back down. This was just one of the ways that Spencer was so different from every other man. I didn't feel rushed, or pressured. I could feel how hard he still was, I could feel the tension in his body, but he simply kissed me while he cupped my jaw.

He made me feel…cherished.

I moved my hands to tangle in his hair again, deepening our kiss. He didn’t move my hands away when I started to work on the buttons of his shirt. The fire that I thought had been calmed by my orgasm had come roaring back. Spencer moved his hands to his belt while I finished with his shirt. His shirt came off, tossed in the same direction as my clothes. I pulled his pants and boxers down his legs, watching his cock spring free.

Everything about him was painfully beautiful. His angular cheekbones, the jaw that looked like it was carved from granite, even the toned muscles of his body. He had a small trail of hair that went down from his belly button to his groin. His cock laid against his stomach, the head glistening with precum.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered, kneeling beside him, running my eyes over his body.

His soft hand came to grab mine, pulling it to his lips. He kissed the back of my hand, smiling softly at me.

I moved to straddle him, lower on his thighs. I took him in my hand, moving up and down, twisting my wrist as I neared the tip, swiping my thumb over his head.

“Baby,” he groaned. “Y/n, as much as I want you to do…whatever the fuck you want with me, I’m so close. I feel like I’m going to explode.” I bit into my bottom lip, unable to totally stop the smile spreading over my face. “Please, I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock.” He moved his hands to my hips, urging my body forward.

I raised up on my knees, taking him in my hand again, lining him up with my entrance. The tendons in his neck were strained, his fingers gripped my hips so hard I knew I was going to have bruises tomorrow. As I slowly started to sink down on his cock, Spencer let out the sexiest groan I had ever heard. His eyes were fixed where our bodies were joined, watching his dick slid deeper inside of me.

“Come on, baby,” he whispered. “You’re doing so good. Just a little bit more.”

He was so long, he wasn't overly thick, but just thick enough to cause a pleasurable stretching when he breached me that was almost painful. I gasped out a sound that might have been his name when he bottomed out inside me. I slowly circled my hips, adjusting to him. Spencer’s nails dug into my hips as he forced himself to stay still.

“Please move, y/n. Please. You’re so fucking tight.” He groaned as my walls fluttered around him. “Do you like it when I talk to you? Does that make your pretty pussy wetter?” He smirked at my whimper as I tightened around him.

I began at a slower pace, trying to tease him. Spencer quickly lost patience with that; he thrust his hips upwards, meeting my movements, his hands pushing me down onto him. I leaned forward, bracing on hand on his shoulder, the other on the bed. He pounded into me while I tried to match his pace. Spencer’s hand moved from my hip up to wrap around my throat. I nodded, forcing my eyes to stay open as he moved inside me.

His fingers squeezed slightly, pulling my face closer to his. Our lips met in a sloppy kiss. My thighs burned from matching his movements. “You feel so fucking good, y/n.” His grip on my neck tightened ever so slightly, which only heightened my arousal. “I want to feel you cum on my cock. Can you do that for me, pretty girl?”

He flipped us over quickly, never pulling completely out of me. Spencer moved to push my legs further apart, the change in angle allowing him to fill me deeper than I thought possible. His hair was sticking to his brow, his cheeks were flushed, his breathing erratic. He was the most fucking beautiful thing I had ever seen.

One hand held my leg, the other went down to my pussy, his thumb moving over my clit at a rapid pace. “Tell me what you need, Pretty Girl. Tell me how to make this pretty pussy cum all over me.”

I whined at his words. “Spencer, I-“ my voice broke off. I was so fucking close. "I need you." He seemed to understand my broken plea. He brought his body down, his chest flush against mine. He rocked into me at such a fast and hard pace. His hand still in between us rubbing circles around my clit.  

I felt his lips ghost over my ear. “I want to fucking hear you, y/n.” His speed increased, his thrust getting choppier. He was close. “I want this whole fucking town to hear what you sound like when I make you cum. When you cream all over my dick, I want you to scream my name.” With that, he moved his mouth down my neck. He bit the same tender area he had kissed in the club, where my neck met my shoulder.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck yes, Spencer!" I felt myself begin to splinter apart. “Please make me cum, fuck please.” My babbling finally broke as my orgasm tore through me. I couldn’t hear his deep groan when I came, my scream was too loud. I felt the vibration against my neck. It was only as I started to float down that I realized my nails were dug into his back. With a few last thrust and my name on his lips, I felt Spencer pulse, cumming inside me.

We lay there for a few minutes, just breathing before he rolled off of me. I felt overwhelmed, so I was relieved when he tugged me over to him. He wrapped his arm around me when I laid my head on his chest. I felt his lips on my forehead. “It’s very important for women to urinate after sexual intercourse to avoid UTIs, but you have another minute or so before that becomes more urgent.”

I couldn’t control my laugh at his comment. "Thanks, Doc." I kissed his chest. "Only you could make me cum so hard I almost blackout, then go back to being…you." I slowly untangled myself from him, going to the bathroom to handle business. When I returned, I found Spencer where I left him, his eyes were fixed on the ceiling, one hand resting behind his head, the other over his heart. He looked so lost in that moment.

“Spencer?” I asked, crawling on to the bed. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t pretend that something wasn’t bothering him. “When you said that I just go back to being me…Do you not like that?”

My heart broke a tiny bit at the question. “Spencer, no! I love that! I love your little facts and statistics!” How did he not know that? “The best part of my day is listening to you talk. Just being with you is wonderful.” I cupped his face, bringing his gaze to mine. “Sure, I like what we just did; but I liked you before that. I want both.” Fuck. “Assuming you want me,” I rambled quickly. “This doesn’t have to mean anything, I know that it doesn’t always-“

He cut me off by pressing his lips to mine in the sweetest kiss I had ever felt. It was filled with hope and promise and…Spencer.

“It means everything to me, Y/n.”

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I didn’t see the rest of the team until the next morning when we all boarded the jet; I was so ready to go home. I personally didn’t think anything appeared that different. Spencer sat beside me on the couch, but that wasn’t weird…right? We were just co-workers, sitting beside each other super casually. Had we spent most of last night and a little bit of this morning screwing each other’s brains out? Certainly. But you couldn’t see that…right?

Morgan’s chuckle is what confirmed I was so wrong. “Hey, y/l/n,” he called, smiling so hard it looked like his face would split from his amusement. “You missed a spot.” He pointed towards his own neck.

There was a beat of silence before Hotch snorted. SSA Aaron Hotchner, the man who never found anything funny was laughing at me.

I felt myself turn tomato red, angling my body towards Spencer’s, burying my head against his shoulder, away from the rest of the team.

“I bet you’re glad pretty boy was your partner now, huh?”

I may have wanted to melt into the floor in embarrassment, but it was sort of worth it to see the blush on Spencer’s cheeks.

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[rosemary-rabbit]

Hi! Poly!Lost Boys once again but this time taking care of a sick Reader? I know this prompt is incredibly common but I just love this sort of fluff <3

Hi Angel, sorry this took forever! I started back at college again and it just took up my time

I hope you enjoy!

As I lay

(Poly! lost boys x GN! Reader)

You found out that your coworker had gotten sick and that must’ve been how you had gotten sick as well. The doctor said it was just an upper respiratory infection but you swore it was so much more than that. It felt like any moment you were going to pass out.

However, you had a date with the boys and you really didn’t want to cancel it. You never liked cancelling plans when it came to them. But, if you were feeling as poorly as you were, you did not want to leave your house.

One thing you so tragically forgot to do when you got home was call them. Instead, you passed out on your living room couch.

The boys had waited at the boardwalk for 30 minutes before worry clouded their minds. You were almost never late to dates unless your shift held over. When 30 minutes turned into an hour, David decided that they needed to go to your place to make sure nothing bad had happened

When they got there, they noticed there were no lights on but your car was in the driveway. They parked their bikes behind your car and walked to the front of the house to try and look through your windows. Because it was so dark, they couldn’t see anything at all and that only increased their worry.

So, they fiddled around your front porch until they found your spare key and made haste with the door. When they entered your house, you immediately woke up and screamed. They were quick to calm you down and assure you that they were not going to harm you.

When you calmed down, you explained to them that you had gotten sick and forgot to call them. They were extremely understanding.

However, hearing that you were sick did not escape them so quickly.

Dwayne immediately suggested that you should change clothes and go lay down in your bedroom while Marko and Paul offered to go out to the local pharmacy to get you whatever you needed.

Before you could answer them, David sent them off with a spoken list of things to get. When they left he nodded at Dwayne before stalking off to the other part of your house.

Dwayne gently scooped you up into his arms and carried you to your bedroom. He let you dress yourself before he coaxed you into your bed. You didn’t expect to fall asleep as soon as you did. But when you woke up, later, you were met with a welcomed sight.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Dwayne asked, moving his hand to touch your forehead. His hand was cold against your burning skin. It felt good.

“I feel like shit.” you said, looking up at him, “But I’m glad you guys are here.” Dwayne hummed and moved his hand away.

“Where's David?” you asked.

“He’s shifting around your kitchen to see what things you have.” Dwayne answered, gently running his fingers through your hair.

“We brought you some things so you can get better.” Marko quipped from the end of your bed

“Yeah, we didn’t know what to get you so we got just about everything.” Paul added, while walking into your room. He went and plopped himself down in your bean bag chair with something in his hands.

You didn’t bother to ask what it was and instead you stretched out your aching body. You felt slightly better after sleeping some of the ick off.

“Okay, so, they should take two of these, one of these, and then they should sleep some more and when they wake up, they have to eat.” David announced to the boys with some bottles in his hands. You opened your eyes to peer at him. He looked up at your sickly figure.

“I hope you feel better than you look.” David quickly said with a grin before tossing the pill bottles to Dwayne. He caught them and quickly opened them.

“Wow, David, I’m so happy to see you too.” you replied with a smile. Dwayne nudged your hand to give you the antibiotics. “I don’t have a cup of anything to swallow.” you mentioned.

“Oh, you can use my flask.” Paul said, nonchalantly.

“You can’t take pills with alcohol.” Dwayne said, giving Paul a nasty look.

“I never said there was alcohol in this. It’s lemon water.” Paul mumbled.

“Bullshit.” Marko called.

Paul quickly handed the flask to Dwayne and he quickly took a sniff of the contents inside. To double check, he also took a swig.

“Fuck, Paul, okay, here use this.” Dwayne said, handing you the flask. You popped the pills into your mouth and used the contents of the flask to swallow them. When you were done you handed the flask back to Dwayne and wiped your mouth.

“Why is your flask filled with lemon water? That’s just tacky.” You asked, leaning back onto your pillows.

“No one expects it.”

[letarasstuff]

Normal People don't know their IQ

(A/N): Inspired by me, who recently discovered normal people don’t know their IQ, while I was tested two or three times already...

Summary: A certain someone is the only way to get the UnSub. But there’s also something different that makes her special.

Warnings: Angst (fluffy end, I swear), language, mentions of rape and torture, mention of dead people, the usual CM stuff I guess Wordcount: 2.0k

✨Masterlist✨ _________________________________________

“Garcia, I need you to look into high school teachers, who are suspended or fired for inappropriate behavior towards students and live in the area of the kidnappings”, Hotch orders in a stern voice. But you can’t blame him, after all there are currently six dead teenage girls and one missing. One can only hope and work as fast as possible to get her back to her parents alive.

The team is working a case in Sacramento, California. Teenage girls get abducted on their way home from school, are held for exactly a week and are killed by a simple cut to their throat. The torture they have to endure beforehand isn’t as simple. The last two also show signs of rape.

The dumbing sites are different parks all over the city. The placing happens overnight only to have the girls found the next morning by a clueless jogger or stroller.

“Let’s go over the profile again, I feel like we are missing something”, Rossi commands. His gut feeling tells him only that much, he just has to find out what it is.

“It’s a white male in his mid thirties to late forties. He blends in, so he has to be or has been a teacher. Someone who looks like they belong into a school isn’t suspicious”, Spencer counts the facts.

“The victims all look similar, probably resembling an ex-wife or girlfriend”, Morgan adds. Before he can get into the depth of the torture a phone rings.

“My lovely crime fighters, I got an address. Charles Collins. philosophy and history. Got suspended for suggestive talk towards his female students. He is also said to stare at them and certain body parts for way too long and way too obvious. Gross. Annnd that- wait”

“What is it, Garcia?” Hotch asks after a moment of silence, which is unusual for the ever bubbly tech analyst.

“You got your profile wrong. Collins doesn’t take these girls because of an ex flame.”

The team looks at each other in confusion. Garcia always stresses how she isn’t a profiler and can’t judge over people, because she only wants to see the good in them. How is she able to tell that the profile is off?

“Shoot baby girl, we don’t have much time left”, Derek urges her. He wants nothing more than to have this SOB finally behind bars. The whole team wants that.

“He has a daughter. Technically it’s not his daughter, it’s someone else’s, but he is her foster father. Go and please save both girls!”

Penelope doesn’t have to say it twice. After a brief thank you and goodbye the team is on their way to the given address. As soons as they get there, everyone notices the absence of a car in the driveway. Hotch sends Spencer, Emily and Derek through the back door, the rest goes in from the front.

“FBI! OPEN UP!”

It’s needless to say that nobody opens up. There is no other way than kicking the doors down.

After entering the house and clearing the first floor, Rossi points towards the stairs that leads to the first story. There are only two rooms. A bathroom right hand and a closed door left hand.

Morgan counts quietly down before also kicking this door down and screaming “FBI!” But he seemingly talks with air, because there is no one to be found. Once again the team swarms out to look for evidence or clues.

As Spencer looks through the room they cleared last, he sees various things that make him smile. Several bookshelves are flooded with all kinds of genres, authors and covers. At first he can’t make out in which way they are sorted. But a closer look makes him realize that they are sorted by the author’s birth year. The doctor is kind of impressed, because that means the person knows when they are born in order to find a certain book. He likes the idea, it is a nice little challenge.

While he investigates further a sound makes him stop. He sends a text to Emily and waits for her. When she enters the room Spencer gestures to her to keep it quiet. Then he points to the bed.

They lower themselves down to the floor at the same time on each side of it. A girl, no older than 14 years, lays there shivering in angst. With big doe eyes she looks at Spencer and whispers:

“Please don’t hurt me.”

A while later the team is back at the station with the girl sitting in one of the interrogation rooms. The temperature is already set down, though Hotch feels really bad for it. Still there is another girl out there waiting to be safed.

“Baby girl, what can you give us on her?” Morgan sets his phone in the middle of the table and switches the speaker on.

“Our little girl’s name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), fourteen years old. Parents were deemed to be unable to look after her since they are both heavy drug addicts and didn’t even register her crying for two hours straight. Since the age of six months she bounces through the system with nobody wanting to keep her longer than two years. They claim she is too smart for them and want somebody to look after her, who can challenge her intellectually.

“Collins took her in one and a half years ago. He got her signed up in several activities after school, like chess and academic decathlon. As of right now she is a junior with an opportunity to graduate next year. Her teachers describe her as incredibly bright with a complicated way of thinking.”

“Complicated way of thinking? Her intelligence was neglected for years, so she gave herself her own challenges. I found her books sorted by the birth year of the authors. She found ways of making things more difficult for herself, that’s why she fabricated strange ways of thinking. This is often found in children with high intelligence, who are not boosted enough by their environment”, Spencer explains, getting more and more furious.

His colleagues feel that this is a sensitive subject for their resident genius. JJ comfortably puts a hand on his shoulder, making the tense go away.

“Emily and Dave, I want both of you to interrogate her. We need to know where he hides the girls. JJ, try to hold the press off for a bit longer. Morgan, Reid, I want you to watch and look for tells or anything else”, Aaron orders.

Everyone works on their given task immediately.

You don’t need to be a profiler to see that (Y/N) is scared out of her mind. She has her feet on her chair and her head lies on her knees. When the two agents enter, she tries to at least fake some kind of composer. But she fails miserably at it.

“Hello (Y/N), may I call you that?” Emily begins in a soft voice. The teenager nods shyly. “Good, (Y/N). My name is Emily Prentiss and this is David Rossi. We are agents from the Behavior Analysis Unit from the FBI. Do you know why you are here?” The teenager shakes her head.

“Ok, let’s cut the chase”, David's voice booms through the small room. “You know exactly why you are here. From what we saw in your room you are an incredibly smart girl. How high is your IQ? 130? 135?”

“147 a-actually”, she nervously corrects the agent, never meeting his eye. The team notices this fairly quickly.

“Even better, normal people don’t know their IQ. So you know what your forster father does. You saw the news, you read the papers, you heard your classmates talk. In addition to that, the girls look alarmingly similar to you. And all of the sudden Charles is more often out than usual. So do us a favor and come clear.” Then he pulls out a picture from a manila folder on the table. Emily tries to intervene.

“Rossi, don’t. She is not the UnSub. (Y/N) is just unfortunate to be at the wrong place.” “She might as well be another UnSub if she doesn’t do anything to help us. Do you know how long you are going to jail for helping hi-”

“I don’t know anything. I- of course I saw what is h-happening. A-and I connected the dots a long time a-ago. You know, Charles lost his job and that’s a stressor. T-then Child Service was investigating him, because of the suspension’s reasons. I-I couldn’t do anything. I had no evidence, the police wouldn’t believe me. I asked him once wh-what he thinks about, you know, what’s happening. He slapped me and told me to not talk about it again. I’m so sorry, I wanna help. The only thing that comes into my mind is an old cabin he once mentioned when I first arrived at his. B-but I don’t know if it helps you. P-please, I don’t want to go to jail or juvenile, I-” Then (Y/N) breaks down into tears.

Emily is in an instant by her side trying to calm her down, while Hotch gives the information to Garcia. As soon as she finds the location, JJ takes a seat next to (Y/N) and the rest of the team flies out.

“You don’t have to be scared of him anymore, Sweetheart. My colleagues will find him and he will be tried and convicted. He will never be a threat to you again”, the blonde tries to comfort her.

“Whenever I leave an abusive home, there will be another one that’s exactly the same. The only difference with Charles was that he seemed to understand me. He helped me. There’s nobody who is willing to do what he did for me”, she admits sadly.

It breaks JJ’s heart, because her words are true. Even though he is a killer, Collins did help her. But she is also determined to show the young girl that he isn’t the only one who can do that. That there are more people out there, who are kind and as helpful if not more.

Not long after this the team brings the man into the station, Morgan guiding him with a deadbolt-like grip.

Rossi spots (Y/N) in a break room with a hot drink in her hands. While making his way over there, Spencer follows him. He wants to talk with her as well.

“(Y/N) I’m sincerely sorry if I hurt you earlier. I didn’t intend to scare you, we just had to act quickly and you were the only source of information available. I also wanted to tell you, that your achievements are astonishing and I guarantee you a bright future, maybe even at the FBI”, he winks at the end of his last sentence.

“I understand, Agent Rossi. But doesn’t everybody know their IQ? I assumed everybody gets at least tested once in their life in some way”, she asks with surprise in her voice.

At that the older man is speechless. Of all things she could accuse him of legitimately, (Y/N) goes with the most innocent question.

“Actually, not everybody gets tested. A reliable test has to be done by a psychologist and most people don’t go to one. Furthermore there has to be a valid reason to do one, that’s why a great part of the population doesn’t know their IQ”, intervenes Spencer. He has to infodump, since the last time was over half an hour ago.

“But you also have to differentiate between the several kinds of intelligence, because intelligence is way more than being good at math. There…”

Rossi stopped listening to the excited interaction between the two geniuses. Instead he watches their body languages and facial expressions. He hasn’t seen both of them more at calm than they are now.

After all there might be a way for (Y/N) to get a little Happy End.

[spencer-reid-in-a-pool]

Room For Dessert

anon requested- Can you do a smut where rossi has a dinner party but also has his Niece staying with him because her apartment is being fumigated. Her and Spencer hit it off and go at it.

anon requested- smut 54: you better be quiet or everyone is going to know what a naughty little slut you are. and 59: such a needy little thing, aren't you? with Spencer

Contains: fingering (female receiving), hand job (male receiving), mention of pregnancy/breeding kink, name calling, slight degradation, unprotected sex, swearing, sexual acts in a public setting

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I had never met my uncle David's co-workers before. He had always talked about introducing us, but it just never seemed to be the right time. It seems that today though, the world decided it was the right time.

He was having a dinner party tonight and my apartment needed to be fumigated. What luck!

I figured I would be staying with him for a couple days, so I packed my things after work yesterday. Now it was Saturday, the day of the party, and time to head over.

I had to admit I was nervous. A dinner party with people I didn't know? Talk about awkward. But I decided to make the most of it.

Once I was at his house, he took me to a spare room that would be mine for the next few days and showed me where everything was. Not that I would remember since we're in a mansion.

A few hours passed and it was time for people to start arriving. As I was getting my party clothes on, I could hear voices downstairs. Guess I should hurry.

Once I was done with my hair, makeup, and clothes, I made my way slowly down the stairs. The voices got progressively louder as I got closer.

A few people were scattered around the immediate area. A dark-haired woman stood talking to a blonde woman over near the far side of the room. Uncle David was talking with an Asian man and a dark-skinned woman by the entrance to the kitchen. And lastly, a well-built Hispanic man sat talking to a blonde woman in colorful clothing and a tall, slightly unkempt man.

I wasn't sure where to go first so I just kind of stood on the bottom step without saying anything. Then Uncle David noticed me.

"Ah there she is! We've been waiting for you. Come on and mingle while the food is finishing up."

At his words, the room full of people all turned their heads toward me.

Slightly taken aback by all the eyes on me, I gave a small wave and a smile before making my way down to them.

"It's nice to meet you guys! I'm (Y/N). Uncle David has told me about all of you."

The woman wearing bright colors made her way over to me first, a glass of champagne in hand.

"It's so nice to meet you! Your dress is to die for!"

She then enveloped me in a one arm hug. I hugged her back and accidentally made eye contact with the tall guy in the back. He quickly looked away. What was he staring at me for?

"I'm Penelope by the way!"

She pulled away and smiled at me once more before making room for the next person.

Emily, JJ, Luke, Tara, and Matt all introduced themselves. The last guy must be...

"Dr. Spencer Reid," he said as he stuck his hand out to shake.

Oh. Oh wow.

Now that I got a closer look at him, I could see why his nickname was "Pretty Boy." If we hadn't been in front of so many people, I would've had to jump his bones right then.

I shook his hand shyly.

"It's nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you. Aren't you a little too attractive to be in the FBI? How does anyone get their work done?"

Spencer cleared his throat and glanced around the room to see people start walking to the kitchen. The food must be almost done.

"Well, why don’t you sit next to me at the dinner table? I’ll make sure to tell you all about my...work,” he murmured as he made no attempts to hide his eyes roaming my body.

Did-did he just...?

Before I could think anything coherent, he began walking away. He was probably just messing with me. I’m just being stupid.

Still, my legs felt a bit weak as I made my way into the kitchen. They were all sitting down and the only empty seat was next to Spencer. As I approached, he jumped up and pulled out the chair.

“Here let me.”

He gave me a bashful look, not at all like the look he gave my body moments ago in the living room. What is this guy’s deal?

I gave him a small smile and took a seat. He pushed me towards the table and sat down next to me.

Uncle David did his toast thing to be thankful for everyone being here, and then we started dishing up our food. There was so much to choose from that my plate became full almost immediately.

“So tell me,” I said to the man next to me, “What’s it like to be the BAU’s resident genius?”

Spencer glanced at me as he gathered food onto his plate.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that an IQ score or any amount of knowledge makes someone a genius. Not that both of those aren’t high for me, but I don’t like to quantify the term genius.”

He paused for a moment before continuing.

“But between you and me, it feels pretty good.”

I giggled and he smiled at me. He has a nice smile.

“Hey I made you laugh and it wasn’t at me. Maybe I’m getting somewhere with women.”

I traced the rim of my champagne glass before looking at him. I know I’d like to go somewhere with him...

“I don’t see how women aren’t all over you, Doctor. I mean. Have you looked in a mirror?”

Spencer chuckled and smiled, almost nervously.

“I’d rather look at you.”

My cheeks got hot and I blinked rapidly. Oh no. This is it. It’s happening.

But I hadn’t forgotten that look he gave me before we sat down. I hadn’t forgotten the way he undressed me with his eyes. If he wanted to mess with me then I would mess with him too.

I leaned over slowly so no one would notice and began talking in a low voice in his ear.

“What parts of me would you like to look at, Doctor?”

Spencer choked on his drink when I finished speaking. I leaned away feeling accomplished and with a painful twitch in my chest from trying not to lose my shit at him sputtering like an idiot.

But it would seem that karma is, in fact, a bitch.

“How about I start with those pretty tits of yours?”

It was my turn to choke on my drink this time. This earned me a few glances from the people across from me at the table.

“You two okay over there?” Emily asked us, having no clue what was really happening on our side of the table.

Spencer gave me a fake confused glance and then met Emily’s eyes.

“Of course, why wouldn’t we be?”

She shrugged and seemed to leave it at that, turning back to her conversation with JJ.

“How about...,” Spencer began next to me in a low voice so that no one would hear, “We have a little fun?”

I raised an eyebrow at him, not really sure what he meant by that.

He widened his eyes and looked me up and down in response as if to say, “You know exactly what I mean.”

I tried not to smile as big as I wanted to, so I settled on a sly grin in his direction to let him know I was game.

His body seemed to relax in relief almost, something I wasn’t expecting. Was he genuinely interested in me or was he just messing with me because I happened to be here?

I tried distracting myself from these thoughts and started actually eating, since we were at a dinner party after all.

A few minutes went by of idle conversation, although I wasn’t really listening. I responded in short sentences and nods in between bites of food, but my mind was elsewhere.

It wasn’t too long though, until my mind went straight to my thigh, where a hand could be felt slowly making its way up.

Trying not to make it obvious, I turned towards Spencer with a shocked look on my face. He wasn’t even looking at me, he was looking ahead and having a full conversation with Matt and Luke. How is he multitasking this well?

His hand- his very large and warm hand- made its way even farther up, snaking towards my center with a painfully slow pace.

I knew what he was planning, and I was ready for it. At least, I think I am.

His finger brushed against the edge of my panties and he paused. When I looked over at him, he had his chin casually resting on his other hand and was looking at me sideways. He raised an eyebrow to ask me if it was okay.

In response, I took his hand that was so close to where I wanted it to be, and brought it down so that he could feel the wet spot forming just from thinking about what he was getting ready to do.

I think this shocked him a little, so he cleared his throat and looked ahead, picking up another conversation with Tara.

He made his way back to where he was and began slipping fingers past the hem of my panties. They were warm and soft, but still, I shivered.

I tried my best to continue on as normal while people talked to me, but as soon as I felt the pad of his pointer finger stroking my folds, I choked on my words.

No one seemed to notice, so I continued on like nothing happened.

He was teasing me now, touching around my entrance but never going in it. How irritating.

I’m sure he sensed my frustration, since he chuckled under his breath and immediately shoved a finger inside me.

I inhaled sharply, not expecting the force or suddenness. This seemed to please him; at least I’m assuming he was pleased based on the grin that graced his features.

He continued working while he talked, never stopping the motions of going in and out of me. He even began rubbing my clit with another finger while he fingered me. He must be really good at piano. And guitar, for that matter.

It was starting to get a little warm, and my body began reacting to the way he was relentlessly rubbing my clit in hurried circles.

“Spencer,” I hissed so that no one else could hear.

“Hmmm?”

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“I believe I’m trying to make you cum on my fingers.”

My breath hitched in my throat as I felt my core tighten. I looked around to make sure no one had heard us. The coast seemed to be clear.

“You’re gonna pay for this, asshole,” I choked out.

This seemed to only fuel him. His fingers began relentlessly attacking my swollen bundle of nerves and they did not stop. Not even close. He only got faster and faster, and I have no idea how that was even possible to begin with.

I wanted to smack the smirk that appeared when I tightened around his fingers right off his stupid face.

His eyes roamed my sweaty, slightly red face and he slowly pulled his hand from my panties.

Spencer then turned back to his plate and picked up the last bit of his dinner roll that was left. He placed it in his mouth, along with the tips of his fingers that were just in my panties. He pushed the roll farther in his mouth so that his fingers were halfway in. Then he slowly withdrew them, his lips never leaving those damn fingers.

“Mmm Rossi,” Spencer began, turning away from me and to the man he called, “These rolls are really good. Did you make them yourself? I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything like it.”

This time I choked on my own saliva. So of course, I had a coughing fit that drew everyone’s attention to me.

“Oh my gosh, (Y/N) are you okay? Take a sip of water!” Penelope told me in honest concern for my well being.

I finished coughing and took a long gulp from my glass. I only wished it was whiskey instead of water right now.

“I’m okay, really,” I said, holding my hands up in front of me, “Just... swallowed my food too fast.”

This seemed to satisfy everyone so they all turned back to each other, Spencer’s comment about the rolls forgotten.

“That’s what you get for calling me those mean names, princess,” Spencer murmured next to me.

I stayed silent in response. Two could play at this game.

Without hesitation, I placed my hand against his crotch. And it was... something. I’m not sure if he was that hard or just- that big. Either way, my heart skipped a beat. But I didn’t let that stop me.

I slipped my hand beneath the waistband of his pants and made contact with what I was looking for. I felt him twitch under my touch, but his face gave nothing away to the others at the table.

So I started working. Tracing the length of what I could reach, and rubbing along his shaft with precision.

He took in a sharp breath as I made my way closer to the tip, and he quickly cut a glance my way.

I paid him no mind as I continued, making sure to eat off my plate like normal so as not to draw suspicion. Looking around, I could see that most people were finishing up their food, so I didn’t really have a lot of time left. I started going faster, putting more pressure onto his dick as I went. 

When I looked up to check the scene, I saw Spencer gripping his fork with white knuckles. He was holding on for dear life. Good. 

It was then that a few people began to excuse themselves from the table to go mingle some more before dessert. Shit. I had to hurry. 

I kept picking up speed, probably too much to be honest. But it worked. Spencer stiffened under my touch and a warm, wet spot was now forming in his pants, coating my fingers. He cleared his throat to try and drown out the noise he wanted so badly to make instead. 

I took a deep breath, satisfied with my work, and slowly removed my hand from his pants. It was just us, Penelope, and my uncle left at the table. They were in the middle of a conversation anyway. Luck was on my side tonight.

Spencer excused himself in a hurry, and I waited a few minutes before doing the same. I had no idea where he went, so I just had to walk around and find him somehow. We had unfinished business. 

A few minutes went by of me searching the halls, hopefully not drawing attention to myself. And then I found him, leaning against a wall and looking out the window in front of him. 

When I approached him, I opened my mouth to speak, but before I could get any words out, he grabbed my wrist roughly and pulled me into a closet. Spencer shut the door quietly behind us, though I could tell that he wanted to slam it. Uh oh.

“What the hell was that?” he hissed through gritted teeth.

“I was just playing along! Isn’t that what we wanted to do from the beginning?”

Spencer ran a hand through his hair. Oh, how I wanted to do the same thing.

“Obviously. I’ve been wanting to fuck you senseless since I laid eyes on you.”

My heart skipped a beat and the pulse suddenly went down into my core instead.

“Well do it then,” I murmured while gripping onto his forearms. There was enough space in this closet for many different positions. I just wanted to be as close to him as possible.

“I don’t know if you know what you’re getting yourself into,” Spencer groaned while palming my ass roughly.

“Mmm, I don’t care. I’m on the pill, by the way. So I wanna feel you. All of you. Although I have a pretty strong feeling you’d get off on putting a baby in me, Doctor,” I whispered into his ear before pressing my chest against his. I felt his breathing stop for a split second.

“Shut up,” he growled. It seems I pushed a button.

“Make me.”

Without a word and without hesitation, Spencer shoved me against the wall behind me and locked his mouth onto mine.

It was better than I could’ve imagined. And I had imagined it a lot over the course of tonight.

His tongue immediately shoved past the barrier of my lips and teeth, finding shelter in my mouth. The groans that came from him could have undone me right there, so I held onto his shoulders for dear life. His hands found his way to my ass, and he pushed me against his erection. His very large, very intimidating erection. And then all too soon, he pulled away, a string of saliva and swollen lips the only evidence of what had just happened.

“Who said you were allowed to tease me, huh? You've been pushing my buttons all night, and now look at you. A writhing mess underneath me. Such a needy little thing, aren't you?"

I shivered as his words reached my ears. So he had noticed I was already falling apart once again.

“God,” he moaned into my neck as he pushed me against his dick.

I couldn’t help myself- I moaned with him. The friction of him against my pulsing core was almost too much to handle.

“You sound so good,” he growled in my ear.

We stopped suddenly when footsteps could be heard nearby. I glanced at Spencer in a panic and started to move away from him. But before I could, he hastily shoved his hand over my mouth.

"Oh no, we're not stopping. Not when it’s getting this good. So you better be quiet or else everyone will know what a naughty little slut you are. Understand?"

I whimpered against his fingers and nodded at him. He gave me a wicked smile in return.

"Good girl. Now take off your panties and wrap your legs around me so I can feel just how tight your cunt really is. I have a feeling my dick will feel a lot better inside you rather than my fingers.”

With shaking hands, I slid my panties off and kicked them away.

Spencer must have enjoyed what I did because he licked his lips eagerly, never breaking his gaze towards me. Before I made my way back over to him, I couldn’t help but notice how hard he already was. This wouldn’t take long. Less of a chance we would get caught, thankfully. 

He pulled down his pants and boxers roughly, quickly stepping out of them like I had done moments ago. He made no motion to remove the clothes on his top half, solidifying the thought that this would be over quickly. How bittersweet. 

Without another word, I practically jumped into his arms, our mouths meeting immediately and moving against the other ferociously. But all of a sudden, he pulled away, and it pissed me off more than it should have. 

When I saw why he did though, I wasn’t angry anymore. 

He had picked up the belt he had been wearing from the floor, and was holding it in front of me with a dangerous look in his eye. 

“I don’t trust you to be quiet. Open,” Spencer said in a gravelly huff. 

I did as he asked without hesitation, and he roughly shoved the leather belt into my mouth, commanding me to bite down on it. 

Oh shit.

Without missing a beat, he picked me up and laid me down on the floor, extremely gently compared to how he had previously put the belt in my mouth. 

“Good thing you’re already so wet,” Spencer purred, looking down at my exposed core. “Otherwise, this might hurt a little. We don’t have a lot of time.”

Unfortunately, it did still hurt. But God, did it hurt so good.